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 May 2014
R
He saw the back of
my phone case today
and he smirked widely.
The Polaroid of us sits perfectly
inside of my life proof case and
it must be important to me if
I can want to hold it everyday in
my palms...

If I cannot hold you in my hands
then I shall hold your photo instead.
Maybe then you will feel present
all through the day and night.
L<3
 May 2014
Sarah Spang
If I was a mountain

That soared towards the sky,

With craggy snow caps

And stormy grey eyes-



Then you'd be the clouds

That swaddled my peak,

That silenced my thunder

When I tried to speak.



If I was the earth

The desert, in fact:

With arid dry soil

And mud, baked and cracked-



You'd be the rain

The downpour that soothed;

The balm to my bruises,

Relief to my wounds.



If I was the Moon

In the indigo night,

With stars as my blanket

And silver; my light-



Well you'd be the Sun

Just always behind

That lent me your glow

And caused me to shine.
 May 2014
R
All I remember was waking up with
my nose next to yours
and our breath in sync
like we were
one.
God I love you.
 May 2014
R
You know you're in love when
you wake up entangled in-between
her and you feel more at home than
you ever would in your own
house.
 May 2014
R
Is it right to call you a dream?
A dream I'd never see come true?
I didn't believe in dreams,
until they came true.
California, UC Berkeley,
and someone to call mine.
But here you are--
and suddenly words cannot
seem to describe how beautiful
and how perfect I know we are
for each other.

You are a dream come true.
And I love you.
 Apr 2014
Abigail Marie
Sometimes you set me on fire
But it’s not burning, it a small tea light candle
But it pokes me and prods me
Hurts my fingertips
In the best kind of way
I worry I like you more than you like me
And that’s not a bad thing
But I don’t think it’s a good thing
Because I like you in all the ways
That people think I should love you
But is that love?
What is love?
And is that something I want?
If you care about me more than I can feel
Or say
Is that enough?
What is enough?
Enough kisses? Hugs?
Enough time holding hands?
Enough times waking up with you,
falling asleep too?
We tip toe around the word
And I don’t mind
Should I mind?
What does it mean to care about someone?
Or to care for someone?
I’m deeply in like with you
And I know this because
I feel completely free with you,
Free to talk, laugh, dance
I cannot explain how much I like that you dance with me
Even if it’s for a quick moment.
I don’t think straight sometimes
You make me think of everything
I want your honesty and mind
Thoughts, and I so want you to be a person
Because I think that’s all I really want in life
(Isn’t that all everyone wants?)
To be a person but with another person?
Because we all are looking for something, usually someone
To be ourselves with
 Apr 2014
Wendell A Brown
I need to see your face each day
To keep my smile alive
I need to hear your gentle voice
To make my heart smile deep inside

For certain things always happen
While you are so close to me
My breath just seems to slip away
And I weaken in my knees

Why would this happen daily
At no particular time or place
Whenever your smile enters my world
Never wanting to be replaced

There is a deep need to see you
As I awaken to begin each day
For only you alone can move my heart
In so many inspiring ways
a romantic poem
 Apr 2014
R
How many minutes does it take for the light from the Sun to travel to Earth?
Easy, 8 minutes and 20 seconds.
What is the distance from the Earth to the Moon?
Easy, 238,900 miles exactly.
What color are her eyes?
... Something gold. A bright golden brown. The flecks show up mostly when she is in the light. Her skin glows florescent, but her eyes deepen with curiosity and an unimaginable spark illuminates within her.
...So, Brown?
I guess you could say that.
How fast does light travel?
Easy, 186,282 miles per second. Hit me with something harder.
Okay, What is her best feature?
Some would say her body and some would say her mind. But I love the thing that will never deteriorate, Her soul. Her soul is the most beautiful part about her. It is what is within her as well as what shows outside on a sunny day. It is what picks the flowers outside of her house and kisses me gently. It is who recommends music and tells me that she loves me more than I love her (even though that is false, I love her so much more) and that gives me hope in the midst of fear.
Her soul is what touches me, not her fingers. Her soul is living and breathing, not only inside of her, but inside of me as well.

...Do you really love her?
Guess you could say she's a part of me now.
Yes?
*Yes
For L.
 Apr 2014
Caitlin
What is it about you that keeps me coming back?
You were my longest crush.
I pictured you as my first kiss.
But what was it that made you hate me so much?

Why does my mind wander to you every spare moment?
Is it because my mind visits my heart when it wanders?
Why have I given you a piece of my heart,
Yet have NOTHING in return?!

What made me want you?
What made me seek for your approval?
Why did I long for your attention?

What is wrong with me?
Is it me?
Or was it you?
*Or both?
 Apr 2014
Michelle M Diaz
I'm left here
waiting
wondering
hating
I'm suppose to be better
I'm suppose to be happy
but I'm not.

I don't blame you!
I don't blame you
I don't blame you...
Why can't you just understand, its nothing you did.
it's nothing you said.
It's nothing I can control.

They yell, they scream, they ****, they win...
They want me dead,  I can feel it in my bones
I'll lose, I'll always lose, and I'll never stop losing.
 Apr 2014
Mason
Your face

is the portrait

I would paint

if I was blessed

with the gift

of artistry.
 Apr 2014
The Last Wordsmith
I haven't seen you in awhile my dear
And now there's something I've come to fear
That I don't remember the smell of your hair
But at least I'd recognize that smile anywhere
And I might not remember the taste of your lips
But I still want my arms around your hips
But your laugh, now that is unforgettable
And every moment we're together, is un-regrettable
Oh I miss you with every fibre of my being
And I'm jealous of those friends, whom you keep on seeing.
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