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 Feb 2015
oni
maybe
it is time
to
cut you
off,
even if
it means
cutting off
a piece
of myself
 Feb 2015
r
everyone's talking
about freedom of speech

as if it should come at no cost
like something you teach

it's never been that way
and it never will be

we need to be reminded
of what it means to be free.
r ~ 2/15/15
 Feb 2015
Crushing Love
Okay so I was reading over poems and liking, re-posting, and leaving Comments.

Well I was reading one of my Favorite Poets on here Creep.
Her Poem Strength.

I read it, liked and commented....But my Comment was
I guess I'm weak...

And my after thought was What...the...****?!
I really just said I was weak because of a GUY!

Well I basically just a had a serious Mental slap.

I don't need a ******* man in my life!! and that's the truth! I'm a strong, beautiful, deserving young women!! Did I make a stupid choice and almost cost me my life? Yeah, I did and you know what I learned from it! and if you can't forgive me and actually see me for me then you know what?

******* *******!!!!! I DON'T NEED YOU IN MY LIFE!

The only person I need is me and me alone!
I have true friends that care about me and I have myself that cares about me!

SO you know what? whether you stay or leave I'm still gonna be there for ME because guess what?

You are just Temporary happiness and  me?

Well I'm Permanent happiness!
I can make or break myself

You WILL NOT Make or break me!

SO you know what it's your choice.

Because this girl is strong and doesn't need a man in her life.
I'm strong, independent, and I Will persevere with out You

Cause guess who's back?
That's right! My old *I don't give a **** what you have to say or think about me self
Your choice. I'm not weak and I don't need you!
 Feb 2015
Alice Morris
Tonight I had trouble sleeping,

because my heart was a weeping.

so I decided to take a moonlit walk,

to ponder on my thoughts.

It was like the trees were moving me along,

before I knew it the path was gone.

The cold wind made me shiver,

in the distance I could hear the trickling of a river.

Rustling noises echoed around me,

but I wasn't afraid, what was to become of me.

My heart has been broken,

words left unspoken.

So if tonight I was to die,

I wouldn't cry.

I came to rest in a small clearing,

suddenly mounds with crosses on started appearing.

I was drawn to this one cross,

it was different, new not covered in moss.

Like magic I was there reading the name,

it was mine, I must be going insane.

Violently I was swung around,

I screamed at what I found.

Hanging from a single tree,

my lifeless body was all I could see.

Then a voice spoke though the wind,

this is the message it did bring.

Is this how you want to be found?

hanging from a tree, then buried in the ground.

All these graves belong to people like you,

left broken not knowing what to do.

But there is one difference, you are strong,

this isn't where you belong.

They didn't have your choices,

their lovers cut their voices.

You need to go home and see,

how much you are loved, just trust in me.

Then NEVER return to this place,

or else next time a different fate you will face.
 Feb 2015
Emily Tyler
That I'm cute
Beautiful
Pretty

And I tell them that
It's okay that I'm not
Because I know I'm not
But I don't like being lied to

I know I'm not
Because I can't let tears
Drip down my cheeks
As they shimmer in the dim light
Of the movie credits

I sob until
My face is red and damp and puffy
And I'm clinging to your sleeve
And just crying so uncontrollably
That people sitting next to us
In the dark theater
Might glimpse over to see if maybe
I have a reason to cry so hard.

Does shehave cancer?
Is she missing a leg?
Did her crack-addict mother die when she was an infant?
Why is this bratty straight white blonde girl crying while watching Selma/Dallas Buyer's Club/The Help?

I have to brush my hair
Instantly
When I get out of the pool
In the summer
(Hopping from foot to foot of course
Because the sun has baked the concrete)
Because if I don't
It becomes a half-curly knotted mess.

And if I don't braid it directly after that
Then it dries
In resemblance to a Yield Sign
In a somewhat triangular form

And I'm chubby.
Not fat. It would be better if I were fat.
If I were fat then things would be
Proportionalish
But instead I'm just
A 5'2 and 3/4" girl
With DDs that no one wants
Because "***** don't count when you're chubby"
And baby fat that lounges on my stomach
No matter how many kilometers I row.

My fingers are too small for my hands.
My glasses make my eyes look huge.
My lips are forever chapped.
My cheeks are overly red.
My eyes are too dark to be pretty
And I know it.
I know all of it.

I've lived in my body for longer than you have.
So don't lie to me.
Don't tell me that I'm cute
Beautiful
Or god forbid pretty
Because I really
Really
Hate being lied to.
 Feb 2015
Joe Cole
Traveling in the last hours of darkness
Down this long and dusty road
Looking up I see the moon so full
On her journey through the night

I want to leave my earth bound life
And on her take a ride
For she is traveling westward
And would take me to your side

I continue on my lonely way
The sound of road noise in my ears
But if I could ride upon that golden orb
It would wipe away the years

To ride the road of the milky way
To your side where I belong
No radio or CD playing
Just the sound of angels songs

Is it just a dream I'm dreaming
Or could it become reality
To be with you my own sweet love
Just us, just you, just me
 Feb 2015
Amitav Radiance
Love’s always there
For us to seek
Silently resides
In the depths
Of our soul
Reflected in the eyes
Skin aglow
With the warmth
Heart not alone
But beats for the one
The chaos we love
Riding the crescendo
Feelings galore
Entwined forever
Swim the depths
Lost among the deluge
Of love’s waves
 Feb 2015
wordvango
I will go lay down
      with one flower
one day
    
if but one minute
    her petals surround me
one scent of one second

envelop me in sweetness
 Feb 2015
Vanessa Gatley
You can either be the food
   That's delicious
  Or part of my wing
    That could be on my back
   You could be that other part
     With the idea of flying
    Anywhere
 Feb 2015
Alice Morris
Cupid the Roman god of love,

flew down like a dove.

Striking arrows to bring people together,

hoping the love lasts forever.

Son of Venus and Mars,

pictures portray him surrounded by hearts.

His name means desire,

he likes to set hearts on fire.

His mother was the jealous kind,

I women better than her, she did find.

She ordered cupid to find her a man,

but evil was her plan.

She told cupid to choose the vilest man,

to take this women's hand.

As cupid sat on the edge of the girl's bed,

he scratched himself with his arrow head.

He couldn't help but fall for the girl,

his mother was set on sending to hell.

He would visit her each and every night,

telling she could never catch a sight.

Two evil sisters she had,

who told her this guy was bad,

so one night she couldn't help but look,

cupid didn't take this well, and off he took.

She searched the world for him,

and didn't stop til Jupitar stepped in.

He gave her immortality,

so she could make her love for cupid reality.

Now they live happy together,

with their daughter voluptas forever.

Cupid and his wife Psyche,

flew off into the night.
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