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 Oct 2013 Anonymous
maybella snow
fuzzed out thoughts
where the meaning
is still there
embedded
just to
hurt
 Jul 2013 Anonymous
Bailey Ann
i paint beautiful pictures in my head
about how things could be if we were different
this is a world we're not meant to be
that is just going to have to be ok to me i guess
see the thing is, you're not like the rest
the comfortable silence we share
all those cliche things that tell me i'm in love
i know i'm not enough
maybe i am just being a fool
wanting you more than i should
you said yourself im your rock and this will never change
i think your being a fool to
of course things have changed
we went from being friends to lovers
in less than a months time
now everytime i see your face i cant help but think of our bodies being intertwined
your lips igniting everything in my body burning the butterflies to crisp
tell me you don't feel any of this?
just look me in the eyes and kiss me one more time
i crave your body near to whisper sweet nothings in my ear.
ive tried to get you out my system with other guys
its empty space in the sheets there is no heat
tell me when this began
how come sleeping with someone else doesn't feel nearly as good as kissing you?
still by daylight those kisses don't exist
look me in the eyes and say you don't love me
look me in the eyes and say its all in my head
and i promise to be the bestest friend you've ever had.
friendzone?
 Jul 2013 Anonymous
maybella snow
but sometimes            
i cant help  
but think            

about what it                  
would be like                

to jump                                              
with a rope necklace
to jump                                              
onto rocks and water
to jump                                              
off our old family house

and die                        

~ no thoughts
~ no pain        
~ no life          

no, i'm not suicidal
but sometimes    
i want to jump                

~ and die
 Jul 2013 Anonymous
Katelyn Knapp
Lonesome misty Monday mornings
watch me gaze upon the swells
where the divers reach for rescue
over, under, paddling out..

Yellows, blues, and grays - so cloudy
gentle clings and hopeful sobs
Boaters bobbing, drifting; unsure
of their worthless, urgent trust.

Bring me freedom from this grieving,
save me from this endless doubt;
wave to me in sweet surrender.
Hug me goodbye

These tears...
...fade out
Written in honor of two members of my small town PD who died in an offshore plane crash this past weekend.

http://www.wjla.com/articles/2013/07/wmdt-2-ocean-city-officers-killed-in-plane-crash-90816.html
 Jul 2013 Anonymous
Katelyn Knapp
I'm not someone you should love now, baby.
I'll ruin your life,
I'll drive you crazy.

I'm the boy your daddy warned you about.

So listen to my heartfelt cries
my tearful pleas
these long goodbyes.
Know it's not what I want to say
but I can't bear to hurt you this way.

I've seen your tears,
watched your heart crack
And I wish I could take you back.

You made me happy
I felt alive
Life was more than the way to survive.

But you deserve more
My life is too heavy
And we are both too broken already.

Maybe one day we'll find this funny.
I can't be the strength for your scars now, honey.


Oh, by the way - I'm in love with someone else.
 Jul 2013 Anonymous
maybella snow
ink flowing over pages              
a slightly messy      
cursive                              
imprinting into the depths  
of my heart            
carved into the layers  
of my skin                  
etched into the softness        
of my soul    
engraved into the needs            
of my mind

i live poetry      
heart      
skin                          
soul                                  
mind            

*~a beautiful nothing, my something~
 Jun 2013 Anonymous
maybella snow
i want to see all your scars                  
only because                                                
it will show me                                
that you're stronger                                      
than what you hurt yourself with                        
you're stronger than any blade        
fire, rope                                                      
and you'll be okay                    
when we cant talk              
because                                                              
you're strong            
and your scars show it                  

i want to see your scars    
*please
 Jun 2013 Anonymous
Jaymi Swift
When I was a little girl,
I thought the world was just for me.
I knew nothing of before or past,
So that's what I believed.

When I was a teenage girl,
I thought the world was mine to take.
A mighty strength I felt within,
I never thought it to be a mistake.

When I was a young woman,
I thought the world lay in his eyes.
So when he broke my heart,  
I thought love might be unwise.

When I was an adult,
I thought the world was my own home.
To busy with the kids and job,
So little did I roam.

When I was an old woman,
I thought the world to be deranged,
But as I looked behind me,
I found that I must take the blame.
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