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 Mar 2013 Cat A
Michelle Rose
I am standing here,
breathing deep in the cold brittle air.
Trying to find you.

Cobblestone paths,
and old broken roads,
I travel for days,
that quickly turn to years.

I've seen these places before,
but they seem pure and new.
Still searching.
Always searching.

It’s like you're walking on
unbreakable ice,
and I’m underneath you trying to fight through.
The current keeps pulling me,
further.

There you are.
Just above me.

Still searching.
Always searching.

I can see your shadow, your outline.
The cold blurs your face.
Only, I know it’s you.

While we search and wonder
still, the current pulls me further.

For now I’ll just be here under skies and ice,
trying to breathe,
as I wonder below you.

Preparing for the right,
and expecting the average, no less.


Still searching.
Always searching.
Still a little rough on some parts, suggestions for how it can be improved are very welcomed!! :)
 Mar 2013 Cat A
The New Kestrel
No, I don't want a fairy tale.
No, I don't want a Prince Charming,
nor a Princess to confess my love for.
No, I don't want a beautiful wedding
in the woods or near a stream.
No, I don't want my career to make me rich.
No, I don't want my lover to kiss me until I faint.
No, I don't want my children to run and play,
making the best experience out of life.
No, I don't want my daughter to grow and meet her Prince.
No, I don't want my son to find his Princess,
get on his knees and give her a silver ring with the purest of gems.
No, I don't want to die happy, with my grandchildren surrounding my bed.

Let me tell you something.
Let me teach you a lesson.
Let me talk to you,
through this poem,
in a Sarcastic tone.

Duh...
 Mar 2013 Cat A
whispertotheair
I am the broken one,
I know I´m the one who gives advice,
The one who makes you believe in another chance,
The one who listens to your problems patiently,
But what about me?
You think I´m fine?
Well I´m not,
I´m broken.
Even more than you are,
But I like helping other people,
because I don´t want them to end like me.
But deep down I can´t handle this anymore,
My life has turned into chaos.
I listen to everybody´s problems.
Nobody listens when I speak,
It´s like I become invisible the minute I start talking about me.
Nobody realizes how sad I am,
Not even my mom,
Not even my dad.
Not even when I cry every night.

Will this ever end?
Or will I have to end it myself...
 Mar 2013 Cat A
bambi
july fourth
 Mar 2013 Cat A
bambi
Lit by sparks, debris in flame,
I could not meet his eye.

Your gaze was coal along my spine

burning me alive.

We swayed on lukewarm asphalt
futures scribed across the sky

I closed my eyes against the night

And felt your footsteps shift with mine.

I arched my back against your breath
you rasped, "can I cut in?"

Your lips against my lobe

left me taught and thin.

The glow of sparse-lit flares
your fingers worked against my skin

a desperate moan escaped me

at my gasp you flushed and grinned.

Knuckles clenched along my hip
bare feet weak on a damp road

the bodies parted, our gaze persisted,

swallowed pain and my eyes closed.


Because you are not mine

I am not yours

we had one night,


and yet no cure.
First poem entirely constructed with specific format and rhyme. Let me know how I did.
 Mar 2013 Cat A
Robert Guerrero
Your there when I want to be alone
Your just laying there
Drunk and bleeding
Do you even feel pain
You are somewhat of a marvel
Your pulse still evident
Your smile so grand
But I can see your cracks
The missing pieces
How I feel pity for you
But empathy as well as sympathy
How can you live life
So broken and bruised
And not feel pain
Maybe you can hide it
But I have this strange feeling I know you
So I ask you as you lay at my feet
Drunk and bleeding
Do I know you?
Wait now I see
As a sudden pain in my chest erupts
And caves in leaving a whole
Wide like the vacant sea
You are my heart
 Mar 2013 Cat A
bambi
witching hour
 Mar 2013 Cat A
bambi
When I awoke last night
a dire wolf
was howling down below.

Six hundred pounds of sin
grinned, at my window.

The wind was fierce an' cold
I clutched to fear alone.

So I took a breath
and all I said
a quiet, "come on in."
Thank you Grateful Dead.
 Mar 2013 Cat A
Robert Guerrero
Does it scare you
To realize that your own son
Perhaps your daughter too
Has more wisdom than you
Does it scare you
That even the young have wisdom
Tell me my dear friend
Have you realized
That we have the best insight
Into what our environment holds
Even the young have wisdom
So remember that the next time
You decide to look down at us
When you want to say
We are just stupid little brats
Remember that even the young have wisdom
The next time we give you our opinion
 Mar 2013 Cat A
Robert Guerrero
I miss the times we had
I miss the way you held
Your velvet soft lips centimeters from mine
I miss the way you wrapped yourself
Into my engulfing arms
I miss the way you stared into my eyes
Looking for something that just wasn't there
You were looking for something
That I simply could not offer
So I hope you finally found it
I hope you can be happy
In the arms of another
In the eyes of someone
Less broken than I
 Mar 2013 Cat A
Robert Guerrero
I love you
I love how weird you are
I love how you smile at my stupidity
How you find a sense of peace
Within my voice
I love you
I don't even know why anymore
I just know I do
I love how you find comfort
Within my anger and despair
You find relief in my problems
Because it makes your problems seem less
Than the way you view them
I love how you love me
The way you say good morning
The way you say goodnight
I simply love you for no reason
Can this be true
If it is not
I'm dying knowing I gave everything
Loving you the way you deserve
And I hope the way I want to love you
Is the way you want to be loved
Because I don't want to waste your time
I want a love that is true
And seeing as how you loved me
For the past seven years
I know this is true
And for that I love you even more
I will scream it at the top of my lungs
If I have too
 Mar 2013 Cat A
bambi
tryst
 Mar 2013 Cat A
bambi
Remember our first kiss

your lips were hard and urgent

I searched so long
for another mouth
that felt like yours.
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