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 Apr 2013 hello
Erin-Taylor
I wish I wasn't broken.
I wish I wasn't so "vain."
Apparently I'm "egotistical"
And drive quite a few people insane.

But how is this so,
When I'm so insecure?
And I can't ever help myself,
for always wanting more.

Why judge one for smiling,
Because you're not?
Just because I'm making sweet memories,
And you're making less than lot.

Don't judge a book,
By it's cover.
You never know exactly,
what lies under.
The first two stanzas are something I was working on all morning. Recently someone noticed how many pictures I take of myself, and they called me "egotistical". It kind of hurt my feelings, but I blew it off and instead of being rude, I wrote this. I take photos of myself enjoying the scenery and people around me. If they have a problem with it, then confront me about it. I don't see how it bothers others, if what I'm doing doesn't even effect them. End rant. :)
 Apr 2013 hello
Erin-Taylor
Is this how it feels?
Depression?
To feel empty and hollow inside,
Not caring about anything?
To want to cry every second of the day?
I feel fat.
Unwanted.
Emotional.
I am self-concious and depressed.
I just wish I knew how to help myself.
This is a hurt that can only be supressed by icecream.
Ben & Jerry's come save me.
 Apr 2013 hello
Erin-Taylor
My heart is racing.
Feet are pacing.
Time's erasing.
I need to be with you.

My heart is breaking,
Body's aching,
With nothing left for the taking,
You've killed me and our love.

On my death bed,
Replaying all that you had said,
slowly, painfully in my head.
There is no longer any hope.
 Apr 2013 hello
Rebecca Carter
In the heat of the night
He took her hand and hid her fright
She came along, young and naive
Looking back, never once a thought of leave
They held on to those days
Through months of hurt, a gentle haze
Words of passion, tears of shame
Through it all that day had came
Confusion stripped them raw
Cutting deep like a bloodied saw
Pushed and pulled, emotions took their toll
Packed his things, the taxi ready to roll

The sun bore down, blazing hot and red
His string drew back slow in stead
A cool wind swept a chill across his arm
She held on to his promise to cause no harm
A somber air filled him as he readied
He stopped with a stark glance at the target, heart heavy
He noticed nothing but the pale curve of skin
Where his arrow would stick in
She smiled and said "hello dear"
The arrow let out; the string hit, slap! Clear
The fire  whirled across the blade
She warmed to him, the love they made
He smiled and set the bow down
He stood steady as the arrow drown

Her shock came in flows of blood
Her tears wet her heart in profounded flood
One last time her lips he kissed
Then strode away knowing he never missed
She collapsed to the ground
Her heart pained, no longer able to sound
Days passed her in a daze
It took time but she outlived that phase
Bitterness came and went
With others her time she spent
Her wound now stitched together
He is still her number one choice in forever

She knows now that love jades
But with keeping strong heartbreak eventually fades
 Apr 2013 hello
Rebecca Carter
Exhaustion overtakes her soul
She used to fight it and her demons
Yet lately she sees no reason, for life has taken toll
Sun shines so lovely and weather warmed so right
She found that smiles came and laughter trilled
Her heart fell and leapt slightly again
Yet his words still burned where they fell
Lonely and broken, she stands once again to face the world
The cruel world that stripped away her innocence and ***** her of pure joy
The world that held her up and dropped her, dropped her flat
Just as flat as her deflated lost heart
But yet, she fought on
And through this fight, she developed an unimagiable strength
Her smile still shone warm, her eyes always light
A new detemination urged her on
A new phase of her life
Yes life would be complete in his arms
Yet away from that protection is where she learned:
Life is cruel and painful but through the pain, beauty overtakes time and time again
 Apr 2013 hello
Taylor Evans
I am from band-aids
    From scraped knees and Neosporin.
I am from the gravel
    That seperated my feet from the hard ground.
    (Covered with the color of gray,
    But felt red hot under the sun's rays)
I am from the backyard,
    From the lilac bush,
    Whose roots are still buried deep
    in the earth.

I am from the Hundred Acre Woods,
    From Pooh Bear and Christopher Robin.
I am from knock-knock jokes,
    And non-stop giggles,
    From water colors, markers, and cayons.
I am from Cherios
    With sugar,
    And early fall mornings.

I am from my grandmother's embrace,
    With watered down coffee
    And the Sunday newspaper.
I am from my mother's eyes,
    Who's deep brown pigment matches mine.

At 6512 Orbit Way, you will find a house,
a home. A capsule of memories,
Laughs and giggles,
moments of peace and heated debates.
I am from that capsule.
Where I'm from is woven into
every thread and fiber that is me.
Written in 2009 as a high school freshman assignment. Using the structure of the well know "where I'm from" peom. Who by? I cant remember. Sorry
 Apr 2013 hello
Relyn Anne Ramos
we only take what we can
and return where we started
like ants stealing our sweets,
we consume the marrow
of this earth

we come back for more
in the hopes to acquire
the sweetness we worked hard for
often times, we are stopped,
mid-track, holding on to sweetness
or to nothing at all—

leaving behind what we have
or who we are, as the sweets
that people behind us
would stumble upon.
 Apr 2013 hello
Relyn Anne Ramos
I catch a glimpse
Our eyes meet halfway
My heart races
As I lose my senses

In the abyss of my mind
I hope I will find
That we never can be
More of what others could see.
 Apr 2013 hello
chrissy who
Your words cut like
Skates through the ice
Making cracks through which your heat
Can seep
Melting the shield
From a thousand different crevices.
Exposing the living,
Moving
System beneath.
Opening it up
To the world again.
Will you sink,
Or will you swim?
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