Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 Jun 2014 Brian Gibson
Taylor
honey.
 Jun 2014 Brian Gibson
Taylor
I really should stay away from boys like you.

Who take me to their rooms and don't go anywhere near the bed, just put their arm around me and tell me about themselves. Who touch my cheek and look at me for a moment when they talk about things they love.

The beautiful, innocent ones with stars in their eyes. Who introduce me to their parents and hold my hand and hold me and don't try anything in the dark.

Boys who I really, really don't deserve, who eventually see that for themselves and leave, taking a piece of my heart with them.

Boys like you, honey.
 Jun 2014 Brian Gibson
Anonymous
It's strange isn't it?
That writing can be a cure
But also a disease;
It takes our weakest moments
And swallows them whole
But it also sprouts new ideas
And pants seeds of creation
In the pits of our souls
 Jun 2014 Brian Gibson
Abs
you scared me more than anything else that gave me fear,
i didn't need anything else, you were my butterfly and i never wanted you to die or fly away.
i'm sorry that it or i couldn't of met your satisfaction, but i never wanted anything else to work out more than our past captivation.
i always thought about you as i was sitting in a passenger seat in your mother's car. and i invariably wondered how an artificial light could make me feel so hopeless.
every night you slept more and more and i couldn't help but to notice your beauty and i missed you existence. you will always will have a part of me and once you decide what to do, i'll tell you that i'm ready. your scars never made you have a sad story, it just made my desire to make you my universe augment.
The feeling of being trapped
Trapped in this world
This school,
Trapped in my mind.
There is no escape.
Learn, learn, learn
It is so hard to breath.
Nobody sees,
Sees how it is,
How I am,
How hard it is to concentrate.
When you hear all these voices
"Do better!"
"Don't stress"
"It's easy"
"Think of your future"
My future seems to be a blur,
I have no way of escaping,
To reality
-te
Two poets fell in love
with words that flowed
from the same fingertips
that grazed each other’s faces
and emotions that fell on paper
just as they found their way
into their hearts.

And this went on for quite some time
as their hearts bled like the ink from a pen
until there was nothing left but
blackened tears that lined the parchment.
 Jun 2014 Brian Gibson
Jack
~

I opened a book today
and then it opened me
How painful it would be to wake
and
not
remember.
Next page