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 Nov 2014
Liz And Lilacs
The day you died,
*was the day I stopped sleeping.
But you died two years ago and I haven't slept since
 Nov 2014
Ryan Kerr
The garbage that you throw away from your home
Is just moved to a more innocent creature's home
Because the fact is
Everyone is guilty
We're all helplessly killing
Ruining the earth one plastic bag at a time
So tell me
Was that package of chips really worth it?
 Nov 2014
Liz And Lilacs
Fiery people have always fascinated me.
Those flickering personalities
Souls that burn and change,
Passion drips from their very being.
With inferno in their eyes,
They spit fire at those who dare
To challenge them.
They burn and burn,
Strong willed and brave.
But eventually,
The pyre devours them.
 Nov 2014
Tupelo
Your puzzle piece thoughts scattered
around dining room table,
when you click-clacked your
way out of our lives, Bullet in cereal bowl,
was not the surprise buried in the box,
Momma says I look just like you,
Sometimes she replaces my name with yours,
I have to remind her of last november,
And all the scarlet in the morning
I wish we could have helped.
 Nov 2014
axr
Behind my luring silence

lies the inevitable fate.

You're mind is swirling with your thoughts

you're looking for an escape.

I'm a ticking bomb with a smiling mask,

Go ahead and touch me

I will blast.

All we both need to do is start a conversation.

Sooner or later,

I will be your biggest addiction.

I love destroying you slowly

torturing you brings a smile on my face.

You can't see me clearly

but it's how I was made.

You're the only thing which can save you from yourself.

but its too late

You were dead when the darkness fell.

Strain your ears,

you can hear the sirens

You were your biggest fear

and you needed my guidance.

I'm a falling stone in a world of glass,

all this time I was the devil behind your smiling mask.
Some of the lines in this poem where inspired by Tristania's World of glass. The original lyrics are
'I am a falling stone
In a world of glass
I am a ticking bomb with
a smiling mask
Can you ever let go?'
 Nov 2014
axr
me
A bittersweet fruit
If you must know
I can be a friend
or a foe.
There are so many things that I deplore
Writing about them is how I let go.
I don't listen to soft music when I write
It's a man screaming about his lost fight.
The pen's ink and my blood are same to me
They were there when I was jovial
or filled with misery.
If you must steal a of my words
Prepare to bid adieu to your world.
Pointing out my flaws won't get you anywhere
I live to create my own world.
You're not the one I choose to mitigate
My words aren't always resplendent
They are often about people
or some bad days
Alas! I am a mystery in my own self
Their are so many ideas wish to promulgate
I bid thee farewell
I have a lot to write
Of course you can come close!
I don't bite.
Poem about me
 Nov 2014
axr
Oh John Green!
Why must you see me this way?
You make me weep
and wish they would live another day.
You are so witty
but you do lack certain skills
Killing the main character is so unfriendly
But chocolate will solve the problem anyway
You make me think a lot of things
but they don't have a lasting effect
I know you throw a lot of paper in the bin
But in all due honesty
I feel like setting you ablaze.
Much love,
J
I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST JOHN GREEN.  Meant for humour.
 Nov 2014
WickedHope
how             do i
find something to love
about the girl i see in
the mirror when
she is still
**me
I want to die.
 Nov 2014
axr
Dear Earth,
You were once so beautiful,
you still are
You know that I prefer to call you Gaia,
Mother of Titans,giants and heavenly gods
I believe I can tell you everything
after all, I am your child.
I don't know how I feel about him
it's been a year since I fell for him
it's been six months since I promised myself that I will move on.
I didn't.
I don't talk to him anymore, but the thought of being with a wonderful person like him is just something which I can't let go off.
We are opposites, Mother
I play with words and experiment with melodies
He plays with melodies and experiments with words.
He doesn't feel the same way,
he told me that.
He is possessive, led by his dreams
and I wish him nothing but the best
I don't see us together anymore
but he still haunts my head
*why?
I didn't plan on having an emotional breakdown while writing this.
Little moist drops of heaven
       Trickling down my throat
    The heavenly burn,
                   delicious
Synonymous with an Angel's wings
               fluttering in my esophagus
     Liquid lightning, striking
          Almost blasphemous
 A devilish game of Russian Roulette
              With four shot glasses,
   Three rogues and one gent
Emotions getting looser
    Clothing getting tighter
           The taste becoming
     Sweeter
          Liquefied demon tears
Playing a wicked game
            with my insides
    Putting a beautiful curse on my mind
             Melted Whiskey Raindrops
     Sending shivers down my spine
           This hellish war of love, hate and
                    Intoxication
   Has never felt so
                  *Divine
 Nov 2014
axr
I met a dancer once
She looked at me with her twinkling eyes
ready as a bird for her flight
She moved swiftly
like water reaching the shore
She came to me and asked
if I'll catch her when she falls
but she is so elegant with what she does
how could she ever fall?
'Sometimes, it happens J. Now wait for my call'
she moved gracefully
destroyed imaginary barriers
Kicked her demons away
I met her out of luck.
She then danced to the beat of my words
 Nov 2014
Liz And Lilacs
Everything* or nothing can be truthfully expressed in ten words.
 Nov 2014
Matthew O'Reilly
If you were a drug
I'd take you every day

If love was exctasy
I'd always take it

If you were ****
I'd be high all the time

But
I don't need drugs
Your here
Next to me
Loving me
Being the lady of my dreams
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