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 Dec 2016
marissa jenkins
We all get addicted to something
that takes away the pain
but sometimes we don't see
we're playing a dangerous game
You go from strangers, to friends,
to more than friends, then strangers
But you felt so in love
you didn't see the hidden dangers
you got in over your head
and you're left wondering if it's over yet
that was an excerpt to a short poem. The rest isn't very long. If you want the rest, like and share this. I'll do my best to get back to it.
And I just want to say this one thing: anything I post here on this site is my poetry. It is very special to me , and i want others to read it. I recently got a suggestion to publish these very poems. I hope you will support me.
thank you to anyone who took the time to read this. I promise, I appreciate it, and any encouragement.
(btw, for my earlier poem "why", the line that read "breaking benjamin" was refering to a line in a rock song by the band [breaking benjamin]. The title of the song is evil angel. Just in case you were wondering.
 Dec 2016
riwa
i did not really expect you to say anything when i told you i loved you
but my heart still sank when the silence between us overstayed its welcome
11.15.16
 Dec 2016
Day
You are my little piece of heaven
and I sit here, laying in the grass
wondering how I ever got so lucky
as to reach up and*  
touch the clouds
11/7/2016
 Dec 2016
Melissa Banks
do you remember when you left my bed
for the last time that dark december night?
you were angry and i was cold
i couldn't give you exactly what you wanted--
your desire, a warm invitation into a life i didn't know i'd want
but now as i see you through tinted windows at red light intersections
and i catch our friends saying your name in hushed tones
i find myself face to face with you in my midnight thoughts
wondering what i'm missing from our past life together
slow kisses, warm embraces, soft smiles
the way you held my hand as you drove your car
the way you grabbed my neck and pulled me closer
the way you wiped away these incessant tears
all the things that kept me close to you
but i can't forget the things that pushed me away
echoing arguments, unrealistic expectations, alcohol-dependent nights
the way your irreverent temper slashed my autonomy
the way you despised sobriety but only around me
the way that I was never enough
do you miss me like i miss you,
or do you hate me like i hate you?
 Dec 2016
Day
Forty-four, the minutes tick down
to mass ****** (some may say suicide)


Twenty minutes in
the children start screaming
A voice begging mothers to force feed poison
down the throats of their young

A woman stands up, to fight for her rights
to be shoved down by angry souls
"Your life means nothing without his."
Hatred is spewed in her face

And as I listen, my heart breaks
These people all sought for peace and rest
only to think that death was the answer
the only true release

Ten minutes left and chaos erupts
Children line up for a drink, encourages and kept still
A weak understanding of where to go next
Silent tears streaming as mama closes her eyes

Forty four minutes, and silence is heard
909 souls gone on to wander
looking for something better
and, god, I hope they found their peace.
I'm writing a research paper on the Jonestown  Massacre and it really has made me question alot of things. Morals and the way I carry myself in life. The last recording of them really broke me

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