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 Nov 2015 B Montijo
Emilia Rose
Her names such a sweet thing
She's kinda ***** but innocent
Her skirts are short but always has shorts underneath
She wants the night to take her body, but
Her heart longs for a church boy she met when she was 7
She's scared of ***, but wants to make love
Her first love was five years older, he had a  harley and smoked marlboros
She played piano and said grace before dinner
Her mom hasn't seen that moon tattoo on her back, her dad thinks she goes off to study literature at the library
She meets with Dan her Harley boy and they kiss on old route 69
Her hearts beating fast
Her thoughts start to blur
Her first time
Her church boy
Her piano recital
Her moon tattoo
Her mouth on his Marlboros
Her back is arching
Her heart it racing
Her body is shaking
Her mommas mistaken
Her daddys forsaken
Her grace is being taken
Her heart keeps on racing
Oh!
She's only 17
Oh, but her names such a sweet thing
 Nov 2015 B Montijo
Emilia Rose
It's kind of like chewing strawberry bubble gum for the first time
And the kisses are always so tasty and tender and sweet
Her skin is as soft as yours
Her curves remind you of ocean waves hitting your body
Long hair cascading down her back as it tangles up with yours
Two ******* suddenly become four
Two Goddesses become one
 Sep 2014 B Montijo
Ellie Shelley
One best friend is needed
*Will pay in long night phone calls
Endless sleep over
Unbroken promises
Coming over at three a.m. with ice cream
Talking trash on stupid boys
Crying all night
Sharing hopes and dreams
 Sep 2014 B Montijo
C Me
Eating up books,
Chewing up lines,
No purpose or reason
Just passing of time.
A moment of quiet,
And clarity of mind,
For some unknown reason
The words start to  rhyme.

Readers forgive me
if it seems absurd;
if it looks unfinished
Or missing a word.
There’s really no telling
How ideas will start,
In moments of sadness
Or matters of heart.

Sometime a soul saver
In trials of stress,
When balance of mind
Seeks sated redress.
Tuning out life,
The kids and TV,
For a few simple words
And a mind flowing free.

Awakened at night,
When sleep is no rest,
Is often I  find
When I do it the best.
Or when no one is home,
With a nice cup of tea,
A few stolen moments ….
My pen and me.
dear clark,
rip off your suit and save me already.
i'm lost.
love, lois
 Sep 2014 B Montijo
Sharina Saad
Forgive me for being me
A romantic freak of the century
Just cant let the words bury
Alphabets upside down in my heart I carry...

Dont worry about me
Dont also feel sorry
I am just writing my story
Hello poetry is enough for me...
 Sep 2014 B Montijo
SG Holter
Have your bad day.
I'll be either strong enough
For us both, or
Weak with you.

These are the times
Of butterflies and honeydew,
Adventure and laughter,
******* of the kind

That makes the left side of
Grown men numb.
Popcorn and sofa cinema,
Good days and some not so.

Go ahead. Have your bad one.
It comes with the package,
And I don't need you to be tear-
Free, to love you.

Stain my best shirt.
Worry me with a frown.
Cry me an ocean of tears, be
Afraid that I'll leave, shake
If you must, with your every fear.
Just don't ever believe that
I'll drown.

Have your bad day, princess.
Have a year of them.
Just make me aware of them.
I'm the knight in white at
Your side to stay.
Challenge me;
I need scores of dragons
To slay.
Senk skuldrene, Helene.
Du er i verdens tryggeste hender.
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