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 Nov 2014 MeganW
idyllicrainydays
The wall between us
Makes me insane
Cause I can't hold you with my arms
And make you stay

You're the saddest thing that happened to me
But i have our best moments
That i can hold on forever

I will always say the three words
  behind your back
I love you
To the moon and back.
 Nov 2014 MeganW
Miki
Oh God how this sweater hangs on me
Its my mothers
Just like my lips

And these bruises on my eyes?
They sting from the hours
looking at your face

My hands still shake
every hour
second
of the day

theyre cold
frozen
stuck in this hesitant state of urges to do but lack of execution

like i lack the execution to kiss you
when you lean in to whisper
whatever it is you say

I cant even eat
because my mind is too
wrapped on everything else

like how i need to write in my book
or loook at colleges
or join a club

but i just sit there
just sit there overwhelmed
hard to breathe

i still havent even looked at my report card
i made A's & B's
i know because i can go to the pizza party

but i cant eat pizza
because im thinking of everything
every god ****** trivial thing

and im so stressed
so overwhelmed
and that trip to Germany

I want to go so bad
but we cant afford the $3000 dollars i need.
$3000 dollars that could go towards college

******* college
i want to go but no here
not locallly in Tennessee

i want to leave Tennessee
I want to be anywhere else
nothing happens here

not in **** **** no where
Columbia Tennessee
Forget us town USA
 Nov 2014 MeganW
Andrew Durst
I started to settle in
my skin for the
first time as I began
to believe
that these bones
will one day
be a thing of the
past.

But like the dust
that has collected
on my hindered-hopes;
I will brush off
these worries
of a better life,
and use them
as my motivation
for tomorrow.
You're on my mind, hellopoetry.
 Oct 2014 MeganW
Ash
Jealousy
 Oct 2014 MeganW
Ash
I have been held captive
By this stupid trait
And I'm on the road
To my ugly fate

Jealous: I always was;
Jealous: I definitely still am
Oh, how I wish I were not,
Yet still I am ******

Free from these shackles;
How I wish I were
But what my future holds:
Appears unfortunately as a blur

So I'll be waiting
Right here in agony
Waiting to be saved
From my utter **jealousy
As human as I am, I tend to get jealous oftentimes. It's a struggle.

I wish I didn't have such problem, but I do anyway, which I'm still in the process of correcting.
 Oct 2014 MeganW
Patrice Diaz
i'm done with love
i'm done with feelings
i'm done with words
that never had meaning

i'm done with hatred
i'm done with feelings
i'm done with flames
that never seem to burn out

i'm done with sadness
i'm done with feelings
i'm done with tears
that never fade away

i'm done with a lot of things
i'm done with people;
how they bring others down
how they let things linger

but there is one thing i haven't given up on:
*happiness
 Oct 2014 MeganW
Olivia McCann
He gave her a flower
And it multiplied
In her mind.
Lone petals millionizing
In exaggerated,
Mind-inflated
Love.

He gave her a cigarette.
It caused
The chain reaction
They call addiction.
It multiplied in her lungs-
She couldn't stay satisfied.
And she never quit.

He gave her a kiss.
Or maybe she stole it.
Those multiplied too.
Passion learning
Her lips aching and raw
When it was time to speak.

He gave her an end
When he left
And the second
She took down
Too many,
They multiplied
Death in her stomach.

Until the seconds ticked
And expanded onward
Because those seconds gone
Were infinitely gone,
Multiplied too much.
I always took the first step towards you.
I was one step ahead making sure you knew I cared about you,
I thought about you and that you were not alone.
I gave you my all, all the real and all the good in me
I gave to you.
And for a while I thought I'd be enough.
I thought you liked me for exactly who I was, and I was glad you did. I felt like myself and I felt like you were yourself.
It felt fantastic.
And now I feel like all this is being stained by the scratched marks on your back,
Like the sounds of nails on a chalkboard
I cannot bear it
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