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  May 2015 vane
Helen R
he’s as beautiful as
a train wreck
which is to say,
almost not at all
yet in his eyes, there
brews the storm of the
century and I fall
unknowingly and
unwittingly into
the slate-grey depths

he’s scratched like
a poem in the hollows
of my cheeks and
the surface of my bones and
even though I don’t love him,
I think it comes quite close
  May 2015 vane
Holly
For all the people that have loved me, or even cared,
I'm worthless...
I have a dramatic  life,
I fall in love with people i will never have.
I have lots of people that i don't know that hate me,
I have lots of stupid things about me.
I always have drama,  (most of the time i put myself in it.)
I'm so, worthless.
  May 2015 vane
The Lost The Alone
Somewhere in between right and wrong
decisions fall into rain
dissipating delusion
into starry nights of understanding
bringing meaning to abstraction
drawing love from attraction
eradicating hybrid thought
from incomprehension.

Only through what is not meant
to be understood can a man
hold his emotions
like pressure points drawn on dolls
rising like the bubble
that almost made it to air
but burst on the surface
of silence.
Written in 2007
  May 2015 vane
kk
I fall in love with words.

Words written by a pen
or a pencil
or by fingertips on frosted glass.

The soft curve of an 'a' is
Almost as enticing as naked hips.
The smell of ink on aged paper
Is almost as ****** as a
Hard body in my sheets.

Spoken words could never be
As alluring as the ones that
Have been whispered into a heart
By a spread of fingers on skin.

Give me your words and I'll
Give you my heart.

Write them down for me.
  May 2015 vane
Kali Namir
Tears are like
a bittersweet rain,
they fall for love
and they fall for pain.

My tears they fall
because the pain is so great,
my tears they fall
because of the hate.

The pain it comes
and the pain it goes,
almost like the sun
when it starts to snow.

The snow it melts
and turns into water,
the water then leaves
as the days get hotter.

As the days grow hotter
the more we have pain,
as we wish for a breeze
or a drop of rain.

The clouds they come
like the sky is in pain,
and that is how tears
are like a bittersweet rain.
  May 2015 vane
Monika
I´m not perfect.
I have my flaws...

Once I even thought
I wasn´t enough...

I´m just being myself.
The self you love me for
sometimes selfish
always caring
but still me.

My poems reflect what I feel.

And they will remind me
of those happy and sad moments

*forever
  May 2015 vane
Emily
I will always, always, always be broken hearted over the failure of us
I don’t know why we can’t be friends
I don’t know why we can’t be lovers
But for some reason, it isn’t in the cards
There is no “we”
There is no “us”
And it breaks me to think that there never was
I don’t think I will ever recover from this
The pain will just get easier to deal with
Right now, I am feeling numb
I can’t devote any emotion to anyone
I don’t even have a heart
It’s in a million pieces
Lying on the ground
Waiting for what used to make it whole
And that was you
But you are gone
And you don’t wish for me
You just want me to leave you be
And that hurts
More than any word
Or any poem
Could ever express
© Mela 2014
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