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 Jun 2020 silly
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
 Jun 2020 silly
CI Thomas
Why wouldn't you listen
When I said I needed help?
[I had to learn how to do it all myself.]

Why were your priorities
Always them and never me?
[You never had time for me.]

Why did you speak over me
When I tried to tell you about my day?
[I needed you to hear me.]

Why did you let them
Walk all over me?
[I cried myself to sleep.]

Why did you blame me
When I walked away?
[I had to put myself first for once.]

Why was I your dependent
And not your child?
[I was a kid.]
I have kissed boys

Girls

People in between

But lately I have been kissing bottles

Their lips are colder than yours

But slowly I have realized that the pounding headache when I wake is less hurtful than the shattering in my chest

Yet as these toxins rush through my veins

I can't help but miss the tracing of your fingers along my skin

Miss the numbness of the world when you lie with me

But when I wake I remember that a headache is treated with an aspirin

While heartache

Well if you have a cure for Heartache let me know
 May 2020 silly
Emma
my heart let you go when i didn't want it to
you loved me as if i was what kept you living
we had that rom-com type of love that you can only find in movies
that love that every teenage girl would die for
you were there for me when i wasn't there for myself
and darling
what we had was beautiful

"will you take me to a place where we can see the stars?" i quietly whispered as you held me in the dark
"of course, beautiful" you smiled
"promise?"
"i promise" you kissed my forehead gently

all we ever wanted was to see the stars together
i wanted to be able to feel what the stars were trying to whisper to us
they kept trying to tell us something
but i suppose we will never know
for i broke that promise that you made to me
because my heart finally decided to tell me: "darling, it's time to go"
 May 2020 silly
k
Writer’s Block
 May 2020 silly
k
Without knowing what else to do
What else to write
I sit and glare at a book only half finished
I look for help
Nothing seems to help my writer’s block
Getting rid of a character might do the trick

The protagonist?
Maybe?
Or maybe not
I don’t know

I’m just tired of writing this autobiography
 May 2020 silly
k
Impossible Year
 May 2020 silly
k
To taste the sounds
To turn back time
To read in complete darkness
To travel faster than light
All would have to be possible
For me to forgive
 Apr 2020 silly
the black rose
she’s too strong,
she’s too much,
she’s too tough to love.

she’s too hard,
she’s too broken,
she’s not enough.

she’s imperfect,
she’s wild,
she’s lost in the wind.
she’s insane,
sending signs of chaos from within.
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hi.
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