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 Jan 2016
Holly Owen
Wasting time,
wasting energy,
wasting my emotions on you.  
you throw words around aimlessly!
somehow your manipulating voice
makes each little word
seem like not even the stars
could outshine me.
you have developed this skill
over years and only now,
you realize how much power you hold.
Without hesitation i watch the compliments
float from your lips
to my ears; not once do i second guess.
not once do i allow my brain to fully
sift through these phrases to find the
lies that are buried beneath.
I surrender myself like a prisoner
who's facing the gallows,
allowing life to pass me by because in that moment;
i felt immortal
with your words
behind me.
 Jan 2016
Crysta Gingras
I’ll be your girl anytime
From now until the end
You’ve stolen this young heart of mine
You’ve become more than just a friend
I’ll hold you
And help you
Through the toughest times indeed
Renouncing never these feelings of mine
Passion for you I bleed
There never was another angel
Who could have stolen my heart from this distance
You have managed to break in anyway
And to you I give no resistance
Good Morning to my Angel
A poetic reply to her goodmorning poem, which is not posted, it is her's.
 Jan 2016
Robyn Lewis
My city is not built of walls,
But memories cemented by senses.
A Colosseum of an evening;
Of rustling sheets and the smell of ***,
Bright strawberries and smoke on my tongue.
A Forum of conversations,
Of late nights sat on steps,
A little worse for wear.
Piazzas and Palazzos
Of dinners and nights.
Each stone a touch, a look, a kiss
Until our city is as eternal as this,
Populated only by me'
Watching it crumble.
 Jan 2016
Latin Gypsy - Eva
20 years is to long to wait.
Such a long wait.
You said, you got to wait for me!
And in a way I believed
That's how it ought to be.
But No. It isn't
20 years is to long to wait.
A year maybe,
Because one year don't last forever
As we both have learned.
But sorry my dear
Twenty years
it's such a long wait.
 Jan 2016
Noah Ducane
All my love
Never added up
To more than zero,
And I have zero rewards to show for it.

All my love
Never gave me
A thing
But songs to sing
All by myself.

And all my troubles
Remind me of love
That sting so sweetly
And grow numb with time.
 Jan 2016
Olivia
Your nature, overwhelming.
With the exception of your “Big Easy” vibes?
For now, let’s accredit it to your welcoming charm.
The one that told me it was normal to have a sleepless night.
You turn saxophones into soft lullabies
And celebrate a selective variety of anything.
You have alcoholic tendencies.
And privacy really is an illusion with you.
You do not have strangers.
Family is what makes sense.
You’re beautiful.
Unique.
Eccentric.
And blue.
You’re comfort.
Fun.
Inappropriate.
Sin.
You’re love.
Beautiful.


You are my sweet New Orleans.
 Jan 2016
brooke
he says he's an open
book but

why bother with
a heartbeat I can
hardly hear
inspired by misheard lyrics.

(c) Brooke Otto 2016
Happy to be a crack within the wall,
That sinks as people think and pressure builds
To strive for freedom, love and life fulfilled
Beyond these callous constraints of control.
Abiding standards set by- who? We fall,
From Self, the Source of true condition killed.
Accepting life through these rose-tints we will
Barely breathe the blessing given to us all.

Through all distractions you cannot deny
We're here. We're- where? A spinning ball of being,
And yet we waste this time, find faults and criticise
Ourselves, and others, still longing for feeling.
The only things we need, an open eye
And mind to help us find our way to healing.
 Jan 2016
Rayhanakm
for all my pain that made me by you
for all my hurting in what you do
for all the days I spend beside you
for every smile i see when i look to you
for our three years that I can't forget, it too
will be a sworn 'never forget' emblem
carved upon everything capable of
architecture or carpentry mandible,
now as forever!
i once lived in a shadow, but
you illuminated me and i lost my shadow
hence, now, i live in the light as a blossom
of embodiment with a tiara of curves
and caused you to take to saying my skin was
a mehndi shade halo surrounding the sunset sun...
I'm thinking about you as if you were still mine
I know it's my fault that i let you go
but forgive me, what else I can do
I hope that if you can hear me now, and i know you do:
I would tell you that I will never give up to bring you back
But what if I can't ?!
will you come and light my darkness?
will you come and wipe off my tears?
In the middle of everything I know that I will fail, because without you I'm such a weak girl
I don't want the rest of my life to be just a memory
of you, because i want you in flesh, real,
now! I am asking you to come back.... to be mine
I can't hold on anymore without you
in the least... I adooooooooooooooooooooooore you
 Jan 2016
AJ
You want it to be.

Where you're there, living your life
And I'm stuck here; broken.
You made those choices
To cut me out.
And now, this is the way it is.

You used to say:
"I'll never leave."
"I promise this is forever."
"You're perfect to me."

But you lied.

Or maybe,
That's just the way it was
When you said those things.
Because I know
That things change.
Life gets in the way.

But this is the way you want it to be.

I trusted those things you said.
I believed every word.
I know that I am not perfect.
But you gave me hope that maybe i just didn't see the best parts
of myself.

All I could see: the way you looked at me.
All I could hear: the sound of your voice when you said
"I'll love you forever."
All I could feel was your hand holding mine at night.
All I could taste: your lips on mine.
All I wanted: you to never leave me.

But this is the way
It has to be now.
With you there, living your life
And me sallow and broken, in mine.
Not having the best night, reliving old wounds and broken promises. Tomorrow will always be better; at least that's what I tell myself
 Jan 2016
Lukoje
Insanity* is not
doing the same thing over
and over
expecting a different result.

Because I do
a mathematics exam paper
every week
always getting a different result.

Insanity is not
loving someone that doesn't
love you
back the way you deserve.

Because I have
loved my grandfather
each day*
since death stopped his heart.
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