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 Oct 2014 AA
Matthew Harlovic
There’s pills, potions
but nothing truly
can cure my emotions

© Matthew Harlovic
Thanks for letting this poem trend. It's a nice gesture to wake to.
 Oct 2014 AA
Layla Thurman
Welcome to your new home
I'm sorry about the mess
But the last person who lived in here
Left it a bit of a wreck
They often used harsh language
and smoked too many cigarettes
they were rough around the edges
and all around a mess
They passed that on to me
and for I while I joined in
But then it became painful to me
In nothing could I win
But they packed up and left
and I went through rehabilitation
So here I am before you
refreshed and anew
and now I wish to open my heart
once again for you
So come make a happy home
lay your self to rest
It all belongs to you now
I give you all my best.
 Oct 2014 AA
Skai
Untitled
 Oct 2014 AA
Skai
I've started to not care about school.
Copying homework left and right.
Cheating on tests
every
****
time.

And I can't bring myself to care.
 Oct 2014 AA
Rizza
I never really thought that
I would feel like this again.
Every time I think about you,
I get lost in the moment.
Butterflies in my stomach
My heartbeat quickens

It has been a long time
since I have felt this way,
And I was close to forgetting
How beautiful this is.

Now, every love song I hear
Makes me think about you,
Every pen and paper I hold
Makes me write a poem for you,
And every person I see
Makes me wish it was you.

I was close to giving up
On finding someone
To make me feel this way again
And then I met you.
 Oct 2014 AA
Cláudia Cruz
Too Many
 Oct 2014 AA
Cláudia Cruz
How many times do I have to die to keep on living?
How many stars do I have to burn to keep on breathing?
How many tires have to be flat to stop me from crashing?
How many starts do I have to stop from the beginning?

How many lives do I have to live to have one that's my own?
How many burns do I have to inflict to feel my own bones?
How many lies do I have to tell to feel that I've grown?
How many times will I have to hide to not be alone?
too many.
 Oct 2014 AA
Rory
Seems to be
You've forgotten my name
My name which I'm sure
You never cared much about anyway

Seems to be
I've forgotten your name
Forced amnesia is a treat
Especially when you've forgotten about me
 Oct 2014 AA
Emily Dickinson
380

There is a flower that Bees prefer—
And Butterflies—desire—
To gain the Purple Democrat
The Humming Bird—aspire—

And Whatsoever Insect pass—
A Honey bear away
Proportioned to his several dearth
And her—capacity—

Her face be rounder than the Moon
And ruddier than the Gown
Or Orchis in the Pasture—
Or Rhododendron—worn—

She doth not wait for June—
Before the World be Green—
Her sturdy little Countenance
Against the Wind—be seen—

Contending with the Grass—
Near Kinsman to Herself—
For Privilege of Sod and Sun—
Sweet Litigants for Life—

And when the Hills be full—
And newer fashions blow—
Doth not retract a single spice
For pang of jealousy—

Her Public—be the Noon—
Her Providence—the Sun—
Her Progress—by the Bee—proclaimed—
In sovereign—Swerveless Tune—

The Bravest—of the Host—
Surrendering—the last—
Nor even of Defeat—aware—
What cancelled by the Frost—
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