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4 wandering eyes meet in sync
its gentle how they first greet,
Were lonely and now raised,
Movements now with expression.
Beautiful how they lay,
as tummies touch with fondness.
Every moment with you
may be when the summer-time's over,
but your bouncy energy
indicates its only began.

We walk beaches in Autumn,
fine weather to swim with stingrays
We don't give a **** if its Winter,
water's warmer this time  of year.

We'll swim with alligators
if it means we'll be together,
Peck them on their cheeks
and make love as they grin.
Hey, hey, hey, my love,
I don't need a manager
to say that I love
& I need you.

Bite my bottom lip,
so playfully,
In this world of
commercialism
and zombies.

Stay the count-less days,
in bed together,
Nothing like chants
of  eyes of prayers
between two lovers.

This world was black & white,
Now its been finally colorized,
by sinners and not by saints,
or maybe we were never tainted.
I can always wish, right?
I found a little dull marble,
an unremarkable nothing,
Belonged to given reasons
It was once a something.
I kept it safe in back pocket
for someone's sweet locket.
Vibrations, slammed lockers
and a sweet girl of a looker.
Down in gown's fleecing
bee sting's that's piercing.
It's 11:11
I don't know what to wish for
So many things I want
But only 60 seconds to say them all

Anyways
I know they'll only be in vain

It's 11:11
And honestly
I'm really done with today
with yesterday
And tomorrow

It's 11:11
I don't know what to feel
(This note was written by your pillow's goldfish)
I've got bullets in this gun,
I'm going to mark all the class-mates
and **** every single one.
They made me feel fragile,
like a-thrown around crate
Whispers fly into the night,
until such the morning break.
Its just a POEM, you have my word on that.
Its a rough night tonight
My head feels like it's exploding
My asthma won't let me breathe
Along with my anxiety

My thumbs hurt like hell
I feel much less when well
Nausea cause by none other than my thoughts
Just wanting to go to sleep
(This note was written by my friend Impending Doom while he was contemplating death)
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