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1.) I led  him on
2.) if you saw us together you would think we were dating
3.) at one point I wanted to kiss him
4.) at another point I didn't
5.) we held hands the second day
6.) I remember shopping with him
7.) I also remember crying in his car
8.) I cried when I heard his voice
9.) he gives the best hugs I've ever had
10.) I'm scared of commitment
11.) he's now moved and I don't know how I feel
12.) I'm so torn emotionally
13.) this is turning into a jumble of sentences and words that mean nothing
14.) I've always hated attention
15.) this is the same year I've cried in front of more people than I have in my lifetime
16.) I can feel us growing apart
17.) but I will always love you, always
I don't regret anything because I know I felt how I did and the time but it just keeps replaying in my head and now nothing seems to work out with me every single one of them has movd on and the other ones that I actually am willing to drop commitment barriers for and fall into endlessly weren't ever mine to move on from
 Apr 2014 Adria Maria
cheryl love
It weeps
Its petals fall
in heaps
by a wall.
Swept in a pile
Its petals combine
just for a while
just a short time.
A loving aroma
lingers
from over
the fingers
of its owner.
Cometh the hour
it is the time
for the death of a flower.
 Apr 2014 Adria Maria
Shemika C
As I wake at dawn hearing the birds whistling and chirping
Spring has officially come
The beautiful sunrise
The birds flying across the radiant red and orange sky
The world seems at peace
Waking at dawn makes me feel free
Clear of all the blur..
Another day has come
Another day of living!
I love your languorous way of speaking
Like you are flirting with the ghosts
Of a bygone lifetime

I love the wistful gleam in your eyes
When you whisper lecherous secrets
Into the crook of my neck

I love the way your tears never seem to
Leave the velvety and fragile surface
Of your cherubic face

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

I have walked on these thorn-laden grounds
Long enough to know that the forlorn,
The vacuous, the shattered, the decrepit
Never receive the exaltation they deserve

But your radiant, ivory skin is nonpareil
Your eulogies the most poetic
Your macabre dreams sing to me
And coldly stir me in my slumber

You are a true testament to the idea that
All things broken, all things bad are beautiful
The miserable azure in your eyes are merely a
Sliver to the beautiful tragedy you harbour
Sorry
I try to help
I'm a hindrance
It's never right

My tears are nothing
You laugh at me
I want to help
I'm just no good

It all means something
What you say it hurts
Ruins me piece by piece
A fragment of broken glass

When will you see?
What you do
It kills me
It breaks my heart

You're mysterious
An act or gift
You're my conscience
I love you.

reverse

I love you
You're my conscience
An act or a gift
You're mysterious

It breaks my heart
It kills me
What you do
When will you see?

A fragment of broken glass
Ruins me piece by piece
What you say it hurts
It all means something

I'm just no good
I want to help
You laugh at me
My tears are nothing

It's never right
I'm a hindrance
I try to help
Sorry
My first reverse poem, let me know what you think :)
 Apr 2014 Adria Maria
September
and tonight I think I love you—
and tonight I wrote that on your back.

and tonight I wish I didn't—
and tonight I told you that.

April 13th 12:28am
I really wish I didn't.
Birds are flyin' south for winter.
Here's the Weird-Bird headin' north,
Wings a-flappin', beak a-chatterin',
Cold head bobbin' back 'n' forth.
He says, "It's not that I like ice
Or freezin' winds and snowy ground.
It's just sometimes it's kind of nice
To be the only bird in town."
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