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 Mar 2021
Tess
Walking along the sea shore
Twirling my hair
When a guy approaches me
His hair were so smooth
Just like silk....
I thought of him as an aquintance....
We ended up spending the entire noon toghether
He made me feel special.
We decided to meet up for dinner at my fav place
This made me feel special.
It was the perfect night under the moonlight, the perfect ambiance and the perfect man
This made me feel special.
The perfect food that made the night
It was special.
It was tym for goodbye,
The most difficult thing to do,
He hugged me.....
Our eyes met each other
I started to blush,
I think he felt it too,
It was strange,
Some vibe moving in my nerves,
I could not move,
He leaned ahead and kissed good night,
I knew that he was the one,
The special one......
It's been a month yet he is not changed,
This makes me feel special......
 Mar 2021
NightOwls
I scream out loud
No one hears
it leaves my mouth
light as a whisper
I’m angry
but mostly depressed
no longer able to breathe

Feeling used and abused
I open my mouth again
But nothing comes out
I try again
Coughing up words
As sharp as an arrow
blunt as a pickaxe handle

Blood red as a dying rose
escapes my mouth now
It runs down my throat
next to my beating heart
That no longer
can dance for you
#heart #love #missyou #muststop #cantstop #mustmoveon #movingon #keeptrying #beatingheart #depression #sad #breakup  #thinkingofyou #latenightwrites
 Dec 2020
psyche
ran
And maybe I have been
so familiar with being
out of this place
That when someone willing
to shelter me came,
I ran my life out of it.

Or maybe I have been
so into out of love
That when he came
and offered his heart,
I had no idea how to handle it.

So I ran my heart away.
 Nov 2020
Melanie
There is something to say with being deprived
Of everything short of the sun,
That with freedom comes undone
You don't even feel like one
Whole isn't your sum,
Not even half
You are apart to every nothing to start at something
Would be anything I am willing
I am able
I am always able, body permitting
Which can always be shaped for fitting
I am seen as an incapable, which to me is indivisible
I don't want your sympathy
For I am an individual my belief is incomprehensible
 Nov 2020
Melissa Rose
She sang the chorus
and melancholy hues thundered
through the silence like embers
burning the emerald out of the green

Each verse a deepening
of the beginning into the end
like ash claims the earth long after
the fire has burned

Still lyrics of hope
clutched tightly to the notes
like rainbows bridge the gap
long after the storm has passed

Again, she sang the chorus
this time tears spilled over the edge
of heartache
like rain striking the heat out of the flames
11/10/20
 Oct 2020
Amanda Kay Burke
Thank you both for everything
It means a lot
To know at least two friends
If nothing else we have got

You invited us into your house
Helped any way you can
Were truly there for us
We had no other plan

You let us use your Jeep
So we could travel around
Or took us yourself
Til own ride was found

You let us eat food
Though money is tight
Patient and understanding
It'd been easier to fight

You have loaned us many dollars
We had not a single cent
Don't think we've properly conveyed
How much the money meant

You treat us like relatives
Without keeping track or score
Not because your motive is to gain
That's what friends are for

We may not show it
But are grateful to be here
I thought this token of gratitude
Would be pleasant to hear

Do not ever doubt that your kindness
Is a gesture we appreciate
Just hope we all can show it
Before it is too late

We could not do it without you
You continue giving each day
That means so much more
Than words could say
To our friends megan and jon who are the only reason we are not homeless and starving right now
 Jun 2020
Salmabanu Hatim
You are my red and white rose full of passion and purity,
Let not the wind kiss you nor the butterflies feed on you.
I will still love you when you have a petal or two on you,
For you will always be my rose.
27/6/2020
 Jun 2020
Stu Harley
underneath
the
ghostwhite moon
there
is
a rebel
buried
deep in
my heart
but
still
beating strong
while
love is knocking at my door
for some way to belong
i am still sure
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