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 Jan 2015 Amber K
WickedHope
won't you pick up,
answer your phone,
and keep your promises


for once?
why do i cling
to toxic things?
 Jan 2015 Amber K
WickedHope
I miss your arms on my sides,
And you biting my lips at night.

Remember that day on the beach?
We didn't see a ray of sun in that tent.

Your hair always smelt like oranges
And you tasted like peppermint.
I would always play with your ears
While you toyed with my fingers.

You had this funny way of getting me
To open up for you, my heart, my legs.

When I inflicted damage onto us,
You were the patient repairman;
I was the pain for your scream,
And you were the sorrow for my tears.

Somehow we made sense...
Until the day dream ended.
I'd need like, a year to explain all of this.
It's fictitious but isn't. Not at all.
 Jan 2015 Amber K
Andrew Quilles
Out of place and rather uncertain
Lacking instructions, suggestions and a warning
Bouncing about like a toy ball
Uncomfortable with all my tics
I've always felt so quirkily and small

Lacking order and any sense of being,
Feeling out of place, unloved no ones ever hearing,
Broken and bruised from head to toe,
My scars shining bright against the pale white snow,
Just because I couldn't learn to walk straight,


Crooked toothed but grinning
I always feel like I'm sinning
Every time I'm early I feel late
Burnt to a crisp is the price of the flame
I'm just a solo player stuck in this game*

Maybe I'm the sinner and you're the saint,
Your halo is burning, getting lost in the flames,
Take my hand and join with me,
For we can end the heartache that seems to be,
Lets be awkward together,
There's no one better
 Jan 2015 Amber K
WickedHope
I wish I was the one

who prepared

your meals,

so

I could spit in them.
If only you ate.
We're a couple of anorexic *******, aren't we?
 Jan 2015 Amber K
WickedHope
hahaha
silly girl
silly girl
what are you doing
this is all a dream
no matter
no matter
there will always be blood
in the street
on your hands
you think behind closed doors
you're invisible
but no
you're not
you're just behind a door
they'll open it and
see you
they will see you  
but it's a dream
because you don't matter
why did you collect it all
pooling around their vacant bodies
you paint the white walls
the same thing
each time
you paint a rose
but the rose never stays
it runs red
with the blood you use
because the greatest lie
is that you're in a dream
**when you are the nightmare
no no no no no no no
 Jan 2015 Amber K
Ariel Taverner
Tell me what beauty is

last time I answered they told me I couldn't use her as an example. So instead this time I say :

I don't understand the question

just to buy myself some time

It was not a question. You shall answer.
Tell me what beauty is

but I don't understand the question. If you could just exp-

*the man's fist cracks across my face. The power of the force throwing me off of the chair. I start chuckling. Laughing manically like in all those movies you see. And with fire in my eyes and defiance in my heart..... I say Her name. It rebounds off of the walls hitting the ugliness in the dark room. Hitting the pain. And knocking it all over.  It comes back to me and envelopes me in a cushion of tranquility. As if I am underwater and all sound has stopped.  Light is softened and my heart soars. The pain disappears.  The agony evaporates. The anger expunged. All of it replaced by the glory that is your name. The elegance enraptured within that disyllabic word. The sheer and unadulterated beauty that is just your name. And with a smirk I think: and that's only her name.

You will pay

I see the promise of pain in his eyes but I know nothing will be strong enough to overwhelm her name.
These days if you find anything that is not iconically beautiful beautiful you will suffer because life disagrees
 Jan 2015 Amber K
Ariel Taverner
HP
 Jan 2015 Amber K
Ariel Taverner
HP
I made a decision
I decided to stand up
To show the world my name
Ariel motherfuckinh Taverner *******
I no longer wish that I could cry
I now cry when I need to while lifting my ******* to the world
**** all the people who pushed me down
December 2012. A year ago I joined this site. I was astounded that such an equilibrium of writing existed. Such an insane place. So disproportionate a place yet an asylum to me. There were one or two ******* along the way. But you had to get to know them before you judged. It was an fantastic journey. I started as a timid writer that never thought he'd get more than one like ever. Now 44 followers, hundreds of poems, and 275 likes later here I am. And I would like to say one thing: thank you for giving me the ability to truly say *******.

A special thank you to :The Darkness,  Sorrow and Joe Adomavicia

And thank you Classified.

Thank you Hello Poetry
 Jan 2015 Amber K
WickedHope
When the cool metal
of my necklaces rests
on my breast
and I shiver,
I wonder if this is what
my heart feels like?
Ummm...
Whatever.
It's not like any of you even read my notes.
 Jan 2015 Amber K
WickedHope
I fell for it
I fell for you again
I didn't want to
I knew I shouldn't
But I couldn't resist you
As always
Why am I so weak
To fall for the words
I know aren't anything
Not worth my time
My energy
I deleted eighty percent
Of whatever happened
From my drunken brain
My phone
But I remember
I wished you a
"Mediocre New Year"
And with your responses
I was entrapped
Ensnared
And clothes came off
Prematurely with our words
And I kept telling you
"You're a bad idea"
You wanted pictures
I'm glad my friends
Didn't let me send
Because I want love
And you want lust
Last night
I think I pretended
I wanted it too
But I don't
"I shouldn't want you"
Everyone knows you are the opposite of what I need, so why do I still bleed for you, Andrew?
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