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 Apr 2017 alex
Shannon Elizabeth
Pallid digits
Trace the outline
Of your form
From the memories
Of past caresses

Your echo
Still dwells
In these walls
 Apr 2017 alex
Daemon Angelus
The Game Of Life
Life is a game
Where everyone is trying to take names
Some people try everyone like an NPC
These people make a lot of enemies
Some people treat everyone like a new friend
People are usually happy to see them in the end
When life gets hard some people go AFK
Others see others that need help and no matter what won't go away
The most important part of life however is to always do your best
For this is the game of life's true test
 Apr 2017 alex
Grace Smith
Fourteen
 Apr 2017 alex
Grace Smith
the only time he ever held my hand
was when he led me to
the bedroom that night
both high as a kite
my first love was my worst love
it was innocent and pure
but oh my god that first heartbreak
it was like a disease
and there was no cure
he touched me and my innocent soul
became unclean
god fourteen was so incredibly mean
 Apr 2017 alex
Johnnie Alvarado
you are like volcano,
you make me erupt,
and I am like the perfect storm,
together we destroy everything in our path!
 Apr 2017 alex
Taltoy
My Life
 Apr 2017 alex
Taltoy
Full negativity,
I can't resist,
Thinking 'bout reality,
And things I'll miss.

Trying to be positive,
At times when I'm free,
Thinking that it's relative,
To the things I wish to see.

Dreaming for a happy ending,
In a life full of misery,
Maybe I should stop trying,
To be positive 'bout reality.
 Apr 2017 alex
scarlett
hand me a thousand pound weight
right after you tell me i'm the strongest person you know
and i will begin to wonder
what is love if its not everlasting

it is not love, then
it is betrayal
suffering
desperation

what was once a feeling is now just a fact
but you will remain inevitable to me
and i will always take you back
 Apr 2017 alex
Jasmine Reid
I wish to leave.
This cruel, cruel world.
Because society is a tease.
But I do not want to twirl.

I wish to leave.
Oh, please, please, please.
Let me, be me.
Why can't I just be accepted for who I am?
 Apr 2017 alex
maxime
burning paper
 Apr 2017 alex
maxime
i feel warm and you'd think that'd be comforting,
but the heat makes me sweat and my stomach twists.
the tips of flames strike the edge of the paper,
as i hold it over the flame of a candle.
they darken and curl, retreating from the fire in pain.
ink fades and disintegrates from view.
i watch as my biography burns to ash.
i can't bring myself to shed a single tear.
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