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Al Aug 2014
sometimes i wish
i could pull you close.
sometimes i wish i could push you away.
sometimes i wish
i could hug you once more.
sometimes i wish you'd be on your way.
sometimes i wish
i could kiss you lips,
sometimes i do not.
sometimes i wish
i could keep you all for me, safe in a box.
that's when i realized you don't need me.
sometimes that's what it takes to realize
love can't be shoved into a box.
love is an animal, just like our hearts.
and that's why our ribs are called cages.
i have no idea where this is going. sorry it *****!
Al Aug 2014
Sometimes I wish
I could pull you close.
Sometimes I wish I could push you away.
Sometimes I wish
I could hug you once more.
Sometimes I wish you'd be on your way.
Sometimes I wish
I could kiss you lips.
Sometimes I do not.
Sometimes I miss
And sometimes not.
I could keep you all for me, safe in a box
Al Aug 2014
I've never been
a morning person but
I think I could be
If I woke up to
you.
Al Aug 2014
erupting in me
like they had been in a cage.
maybe they were,
but you released them.
now they're free and
they leap every time
they hear you,
every time they see you,
every time
you are near me.
sorry this one isn't too good. it was a quick write.
Al Aug 2014
People always ask me:
"What do you plan to do?"
"You need a job, something
to do."

But what if I don't want a job,
but instead I wanted
to be, not do.

So I said "I'd like to
be a book, filled with
wonder and words."
"A book?" they ask.

"Yes.
Books are filled with
darkness and light,
wonder and delight."

Books are not only beautiful,
but also helpers.

I've learned most of
what I know
from written words.

Wouldn't it be nice
to be made of
some?

The question isn't "What
do you want to do?"
It's
"What do you want
to be."
Al Aug 2014
I have a secret that no one knows. It kills me everyday. When I read what you say, I wish my secret wasn't true. But it is so, what am I going to do?  When I read what you want, I cry a little every day. My secret is mine to bear, no letter the heart break and the pain I go through, I cannot tell you. If I did, I don't know what I'd say.
I wish I could tell you. I wish I could scream it from the mountaintops.
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