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 Sep 2014
Chalsey Wilder
Too late to take back what you said
It's too late to win me back once you've lost me, or, maybe you never even had me
I never love easily
I think I can fake it
I guess I can since I fooled you for some time
In a way I did love you
And I can tell by the time you gave me how much you loved me and how this was going to end
We dragged it on
Well, mostly I dragged it on
Not wanting to be single, alone, or lonely when I felt even more alone and lonely with you
I was confused and my mind still young and dazed
I didn't know why I was staying with you at first
Cause the first time I thought about breaking up you got shot
Then the second time your sister got shot
The third time I actually tried you talked me out of leaving
The final time I told it like it was, because I could no longer take it
I could no longer take feeling like the last thing you ever cared about and I just broke up with you
You didn't say anything
And of course I regretted it for a couple of days, but then I just stopped caring and moved on
Eight months I wasted with you
You said you loved me
But I can honestly say that that was never true
And I can be truthful and say
*I don't think I ever loved you too
About a guy I broke up with last summer in June. I'm glad I left him, but he taught me something too.
 Sep 2014
Traveler
This is that part of me
I’m not afraid to expose
A glimpse of my nakedness
A composition I compose

Freely I share regrettable mistakes
Lapse in judgment, errors in good taste
Just as you identify then quickly deny
These are such feelings you’d rather hide...

Creativity comes in darkness
As well as in light
Fear not the lack of morals
As the Poets take to flight...
RE-Po to Nov 29 2016
 Sep 2014
Lora Cerdan
Here’s to twelve years
To all the regrets and fears
To all the cemetery drives
And the wars we've survived

To all the kids from yesterday
To all those who wait and pray
What’s the worst that I can say?
I can take it but I’m not okay

To all the early sunsets on Monroeville
To all the heartaches that we feel
To all the boys and girls who sing
Make a toast and kiss the ring

You may be gone but your shadow lives on
It’s hard but we all carry on
Together this army marches
Dust to dust and ashes to ashes

This world is ugly without you
But we’ll keep it beautiful and true
This parade shall go on for many summer years
Through bullets, danger days, weapons and Three cheers

This army shall march on without you
We won’t ever say adieu
Keep your gun close, don’t fall through
Look alive, sunshine
May death never stop you
A good bye to My Chemical Romance, the band and the idea.
So long and good night, so long and good night.
 Sep 2014
SøułSurvivør
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Please see the main photo
on my site before you read this
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She could have been a Cherokee
She could have been a slave
They could have sold her life away
Before her early grave.
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She could have been
a poor man's wife
She could be very famous
For being an entertainer
Or she could be nameless

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Who is this woman, Catherine?
Is it someone who you know?
Is this from a photograph?
We really must know more!

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The answer's very simple.
She lives in my mind.
I put my pen to paper
And I just designed.
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I believe the lady
I've drawn upon this page
Is the very image of *woman

The quintessential sage.
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The quilt of many colors
That spreads behind her face
Is actually a *halo

Of light to give her grace

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So don't make assumption
When a different race you see
This drawing's of an angel

JUST LIKE YOU AND ME.

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SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 14, 2014
I'm French Canadian and Creole.
My great great grandmother
Was an Ottawa indigenous person.
The color of my skin
DOES NOT DEFINE WHO I AM.
Nor does my gender.
When we cut ourselves,
what color comes out?

THANK YOU.
 Sep 2014
Luna Lynn
light a candle in the wind
if you dare to take chance
and waltz on the moon
for our very last dance
my prince of the sunrise
my lovely dark knight
you shine brighter than heaven
oh, love what a sight!
your breath on my neck
is a passion of gold
your grasp on my heart
reaches down to my soul
our lives remain questioned
our future is blind
so enclose the tips of your fingers
so deeply in mine
when I look into your eyes
i know i am home
when you speak tongues of life
i know i'm never alone

i'll lay down my life
as your lips kiss my brow
the fire you create
please don't put it out now
this is not a replacement
nor a humble goodbye
but rather preparation
for the difficult times
though we shall not bear witness
to the back of our minds
let us just keep on dancing
until our bodies decline

for even in death,
your heart will always be mine.
In lieu of sorrow, we shall celebrate our life and love to this day every day as if it were the last day. Smiles and laughter replace tears and pain, and love is reborn and my heart is birthed once again. I love you T.

(C) Maxwell 2014
 Sep 2014
Luna Lynn
your brown skin touches mine
and my cheeks burn
your lips press against my cheek
and my heart skips a beat or two
you tell me you love me
and the butterflies fill my gut with glitter
and rainbows
and sunshine
and soon I don't even remember what pain feels like anymore

you hold me for a spell
and I become engulfed in you completely

not wanting to be anywhere else
in the world
For my life.

(C) Maxwell 2014
 Sep 2014
eunsung aka Silas
I am treated as small and insignificant
many feet tread on me

I have been around for millions of years,
I have been a mountain, a boulder, a stone,
and finally a grain of sand.

I am small but beautiful.
now, I can catch the light of the sun,
and let the light in.
Joe Cole's grain of sand prompt
 Sep 2014
holyoak
i learned a long time ago
that too much pressure
on the strings of the violin
would ruin the melody
but with too little pressure
the music you create
is inaudible
so which is it?
did we come to a shrieking halt?
or could you never hear us at all?

[holyoak]
 Sep 2014
Amitav Radiance
How much more to build on the known
It’s time to seek the unknown
Bring forth a new saga waiting to be narrated
Search deep and beyond the realms
Many more place yet to be visited
Where the new ideas are yet to be explored
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