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Claire Nov 2014
u
you
you told me
you told me I was the
kind of girl people write poems
about but darling, do you know
how many I have written
for people like you
people like you
you
  Nov 2014 Claire
Madisen Kuhn
i think we still exist
somewhere in the universe
behind the sun
where all of earth’s abandoned
soulmates go to rest
i think i can see us
when i look up at the sky
and squint directly into
the rays of light,
your brown eyes burning
into mine

i think we are together
in the time that trails behind
the present, dancing
in circles until the last stars
fizzle out

i think that our promises
seeped into the soil, like
february rain, our souls sown
together, tucked in
beneath the world

i think what we had is
somewhere just out of reach,
pulsing in the dim spaces
between heat lightning

and although, in this lifetime,
we became nothing but shadows,
monsters that linger on bedroom walls

we are there, we are alive,
and we are still in love.
  Nov 2014 Claire
Alberto Ruiz
All I see, when I close my eyes
And dream

Is that I'm falling.

Yeah
     I'm
          Falling

For you.

The one who takes
my breath away
but leaves me with
more life instead,
for now my heart beats
for the girl who
leaves a sunrise  
in her wake
and forms a melody
within my soul
that sings of good
still in this world
and joy beyond
what the most beautifully crafted
words could show.

The one who makes
the stars burn bright at night
and yet whose tired eyes
inspire
and make any other sight

dull,

and now when my heart beats
it is for her.

[ARH]
Claire Nov 2014
painting a portrait of
everything you are,
one mustn't discount
the crimson shirt
chocolate eyes
silly smirk
& angelic
fateful
lies
unsteady brush strokes
  Nov 2014 Claire
rained-on parade
If apologies were
paper lanterns
I could light for you,
the sky would never grow dark again.
20/11/13
Claire Oct 2014
I should've inferred
how little
I meant to you
from the fact that you
meant
the world
to me
you should've left sooner;
accordingly
Claire Oct 2014
naivety
the green kryptonite
of an irrevocably broken bond between
myself and the rest

and the sunset
composed of orange lucid dreams and
purple thoughts exchanged
between
myself and the rest

the flaw in all of this that plagued my preciously innocent mind was the
assumption
that you were the rest,
and that my naivety
was, in fact, a flaw
when truly,
it kept me from
conforming into the monster that I irrevocably am.
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