megan catcher

Apr 2015

Ally

under the dark clouds
let's wear our matching chucks
and run to nowhere
until the rain downpours
but we're not going to hide in a shed
instead, we'll sing our hearts out
then dance to an unmatching beat
in the middle of a desserted road
twirl me around
then end it with a kiss
because we won't care
we're never too old to play in the rain

#love #rain #play #random

Mar 2015

Zoë

don't waste the time

when waiting,
don't you have to be sure that there is something to wait for?
what if you are stuck waiting for a train that never comes,
or a dream that will never come true,
or a lover that will never love you?
would you still wait?
would you waste your time?
because i can say,
that i would not.
hop on a plane,
dream bigger,
and find somebody that loves you back.
don't be stuck waiting,
because as you look back,
you don't want to realize
that you spent one hundred percent of your life waiting,
and no time really living

Mar 2015

Christopher Lowe

Let's

Let’s get lost
But only for the moment
Let’s disappear
But only into the future
Let’s be
But only with each other

#love #life #heart #happy #thoughts #mind #you #together #realtionship

Mar 2015

Krusty Aranda

My Story

Again I find myself sitting in this lonely room,
listening to the empty echo of my own thoughts.

Day after day the same routine:
Get up.
Conceal yourself.
Go to bed.
Repeat.

This machine is fully functional,
yet lacks a definite purpose for existing.
It only takes up space.

This loneliness I can bear no longer.

I run to get the nearest blade.
It is rusty and old.
As broken as my own dreams.
I hold it shakingly between my fingers.
I draw a crooked line upon my wrist.
Before I know it, ink is gushing out of the wound.
It keeps on pouring until it leaves me dry.
It floods pages upon pages with words,
with phrases,
with verses.

These same pages remind me of wounds long healed.
Of the struggles I've been through to end up where I am now.

The pages tell a unique story.

My story.

Mar 2015

martin

Let it come

Don't approach a dog unknown to you
Holding out your hand, making eye contact
You may frighten him
Let him come to you

Don't write a poem uninspired
It won't work out
In good time
Let it come to you

Don't go out there seeking love
Like a child with a butterfly net
Live your life
Let it come to you

Mar 2015

stefanie cortez

music girl

she was fragile .
but seemed so strong.
she would glance at me ,but not for long
we never talked,or even said hello
but she was so bright and beautiful
like the sun shining on the meadows.
her heart on the piano and her soul on the stage
her parents assumed it was just a phase
she lost control while performing through the night
that is what i loved.she always showed a little bit of fright
she was remarkable
and still showed she was normal.

#girl #music