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 Nov 2014 Aggie W
M Eastman
Sip my coffee
and read poetry
like I'm reading
the newspaper
 Nov 2014 Aggie W
The Unspoken
She found me.
I fell for her.
But she, she did not.

Says she Loves Me
but Not In Love with Me.
But she wants me to stay.

Because she is scared.
Scared to fall stupidly in love again.
Scared to get Lost in me.

And I sit at my kitchen counter
With my 7th glass of wine in my hand
And I wonder, WHY?
Why I am denied to be in that place.
That sacred place of fountain of Love with her.

Wondering if its all fair.
To choose the one to Love who wants to Love but with a Piece of her.
But for me to give My All
 Nov 2014 Aggie W
Hannah
Innocence
 Nov 2014 Aggie W
Hannah
The ocean waves lap over the shore
crashing into the little girl sitting there
her arms crossed over her legs,
hands clasped
her hair in messy waves down her back
a big purple bow holding parts of it together
She sings a sweet tune
of love and beauty
The sun sets in the west
creating a soft glow of deep orange
and light pink
her blonde hair glowing like fire
in the shadow of the setting sun
Her hands dip into the water
creating a ripple in the now still water
She watches as the ripple spreads
like a fire does when oxygen is added
The stars peep out from under the sparsely placed clouds
and the moon casts a peaceful glow on the girl
illuminating a small smile
splayed out on the little girl’s face
As her hand wiggles in the cool water
a small fish starts to nibble on her finger
A laugh bubbles up from her throat
creating a sound like small bells tinkling
Just then her mother calls
she gets up
her yellow dress crinkled from sitting on it
and she walks up to the house
where her mother stands, arms outstretched
the love clear on her face
and all she knows in that moment
is that this love is all she’ll ever need.
 Nov 2014 Aggie W
Cheryl Mukherji
I wonder
what you meant
when you told me,
over the fifth cup of black coffee,
that you had fallen out of love
more than the number of times
you’d kissed someone,
your hands were not under-oxygenated
but, cold
because each hand you held before,
took away your share
of warmth too
and people
were just bricks
that you kept stacking
to build a wall around
your heart;
while, I
held your sweaty palms
and heard your heart
beat against your ribcage
like a storm.
 Nov 2014 Aggie W
love me
I don't care what they think
                                    your words will destroy me
I'm fine
                                    i cant take it anymore
I'm just lazy
                                    ive lost my drive to live
I'll get over it
                                    i cried myself to sleep last night
My family cares about me
                                    not even a touch
I'm an open book
                                    i have the darkest secrets known to man kind
I'll talk to you about it later
                                    *not even a whisper
 Nov 2014 Aggie W
sarah bell
months
 Nov 2014 Aggie W
sarah bell
i remember september with you.
it was almost fall and just as the leaves fell, so did i for you. i wrote my first poem in a year about you.

i remember october with you.
your job took up most of your time and i never really got to talk to you that much but i had to pretend to be okay with that. it was the time i almost fell in love with you.

i remember november without you.
i cried for weeks still not over you apparently and never understanding why every time i saw you i was only reminded of the way your blue eyes reflected the moon.

i remember december without you.
deciding to make my own happiness and stop looking for your car every time i drove down a back road (because you never took the highway).

i remember january with you.
you told me you'd made a mistake. and turns out, you were my biggest one.

i lost every poem i'd ever written about you and i hope i never find them.
(s.j.b.)
 Nov 2014 Aggie W
Rebecca Scull
They tell you there's a light at the end of the road
They tell you there's a life for all those they've told

They told me I'd be alright, all I had to do was breathe
But I've been breathing since the day I was born
And I can tell you it hasn't kept me "fine"

They tell you I'm crazy,
They tell you I'm lazy,
but what they don't tell you is how I struggle to get out of bed
what they don't tell you is how close to death I've been
what they don't tell you is how strong I am.

They told me it happens all the time,
they told me soon the sun will shine
they told me many things that were all lies.
What they didn't tell me was that I was crazy,
that I was lazy,
Because what they told me was I would be fine.

But all they've done is make me crazy,
make me mad and desperate for relief from shame
shame that I shouldn't have for needing help
shame that I shouldn't have for bleeding out
shame that I shouldn't have for opening up
but it is a shame that I bear
because they told you I was crazy
and they told you I was shady.

I'm just me. And I'm having trouble being that today.
So please don't tell me that I'm crazy,
because I'm actually quite nice
I'm actually quite fun.
If you'd bothered to get to know me
you would have known all this stuff.
But you didn't.
Because you believed them when they told you I was crazy.
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