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 May 2014
Theia Gwen
Nobody can age without
Making mistakes
So I know that we're both
Destined to change
The soles of our shoes
Have grown side by side
But someday you'll go left
And I'll turn right
Memories are fallible
But they can't be replaced
And I'll use this faulty camera
To hold onto pictures of your youthful face
And no matter how much happens
No matter if we say goodbye
I will always remember you
You'll always be nearby
Because you're like Midas
With you, I felt like gold, loved and unpriced
This gold mine heart will linger
With your touch my whole life
I feel like my ability to accurately title my poems has declined greatly. If you have any suggested titles for any of my poems, please tell me. :) This poems for my Nicholas, of course.
 Mar 2014
Theia Gwen
When I'm with you, I understand
When you hug me, I have no doubt
I know you mean it when you hold my hand

But when I'm alone and self loathing takes over
And I think about all my insecurities
When I analyze myself in the mirror
I don't understand why you love me
 Mar 2014
Sari Sups
You were far away.
Farther than halfway across the room,
A glass in your hand and that crooked smile
Rising like the sun on your face.
I was swimming-
Maybe drowning in a sea of people.
He was trying to talk to me-
About the every days that composed of
Almost nothings.
I swear I felt my skin wrinkle in my
Little black dress
And my toes pinch in
My high heels.
I told myself it was worth it.
He said I was beautiful
But I look across the room
And your eyes don't meet mine.
Each time I look at you and
You don’t notice me,
I feel myself taking a step into
The inevitable stairs of
Heartbreak.
I danced all night with him-
He taught me how to waltz in squares
And spin in turns.
His hands fit into my curves
Like those plastic cylinders
That build towers and cities.
But I still felt it didn’t belong there.
Your hands
I bet would fit like roots into
My earth
And this would beat any hundred story
Building because it was natural.
He might have disagreed with that
And at one point through that night
So did I.
If my heart was beating a thousand times
Per second and
My palms rained over my knees
And my cheeks were apples ready to
Be picked every time you passed by,
Surely that isn’t natural.

Slowly, I was pummeling
As the night neared its end.
I had not danced with you.
I had not talked to you.
I had not even walked by you
And yet I could have.
But with a heart beating as loud as mine
I didn’t want to risk you hearing it.
One thing for sure though,
I know was completely natural,
Was goodbye.
It was going to happen
And most say that it's the worst moment
Of any night
But honestly,
I had fallen in love with our goodbye.
Good night wasn’t enough but your
Tan rays of light blooming the roses
In my cheeks,
Proved you to be a source of life.
SO I HAVEN'T POSTED IN SO LONG :((
I miss you guys <3
Just some old stuff-
 Mar 2014
TinaMarie
I Love You
Purely and Innocently
Just like the first day I saw
My handsome red head
Smiling my way.

I Love You
Wholly and Completely
Time and distance won't diminish
What was then is now
And forever will be

I Love You*
Your Spirit; Your Soul
We are connected through Lifetimes
Reincarnating
Until the day you're Mine.


©Tina Thompson
 Mar 2014
DontLoveMeImBroken
Because I can't find it in my heart
Where I used to care.
Because I can't find in my heart
Where I care.
Because I can't find in my heart.
Because I can't find my heart.
I can't find my heart.
Find my heart. </3
 Mar 2014
DontLoveMeImBroken
I sure do make you smile
I wish I said more to keep you here a while
I rarely get to see you
and I struggle with that
I try to be in view
So I'm the one you look at
You're the kind of girl
That I'd do everything for
You're beauty like a pearl
and I wouldn't ask for more.
 Mar 2014
DontLoveMeImBroken
You touched my hand,
and the poetry in my fingertips,
suddenly disappeared.
It’s what you do to me,
you make my words turn into warmth,
and maybe,
finally,
I’ve found someone I can’t write about.
someone,
who takes the poetry out of my fingertips,
and gives me peace of mind.
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