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 Oct 2014
Edward Coles
What you lacked in years
you made up for with pure intent
and a willingness to die
c
 Oct 2014
XX
I feel like I'm the bag at the end of a rope you drag behind you to and fro, it tears and breaks but you won't let it go.
 Oct 2014
Meggn Alyssa
3rd degree burns
pierce my chest
every time your name plagues my phone
I'd rather sell my tongue
than talk to you again
chemicals wash my throat and
needles fill my mouth
when I flash you a smile
or have to tell you
one more time
to be good to yourself
 Oct 2014
Teko Harvey
She is always there to listen,
with out a sound she calms my inner inhibition
she doesn't wear makeup or **** clothes
just speaks the truth, even when nobody else knows

We have laughed, we have cried,
she has never left my back or my side,
thinking back I've known her my whole life
but its like meeting her for the first time with every thought I recite

I paint pictures with my love
sometimes abstract, sometimes clear
I always wonder will we last forever
she says I will but I cant without you, my dear

my love affair,
to these words that help me share my thoughts
 Oct 2014
Jennifer Weiss
It's funny,
when you let go of everything
you start to see.
How expectations of what you should have
aren't what you really need.
and furthermore, everything is already perfect.
do you know what that means?
Everything was worth it,
So why wish you could change anything?
All of us,
all the time.
 Oct 2014
Feeling Real
Turn off your narration
Static and voices
A fan, somewhere

Empty space
Orders for new materials
Brick-walled barriers

Perhaps, paint one wall
3 stories up
And room to jump
i was channeling sylvia plath while writing this
 Oct 2014
sara lacobee
WHEN  i          look at you,
                                      you brightens       my day everytime
                                           you took my heart from me. I
                                               love you. everyday i think
                                                      of you. you are my
                                                             everything
                                                      ­            babe
                                                ­                     !
I watch from afar,
And suffer in silence

I say "amor y amor"
But you have resistance.

I show amar y amar
Let me be your princess

I'm gentle as a dove,
But to you I'm a mess

The way you see her,
I no longer exist

Oh how you loved her,
Yet she clenched her fist

She had the world
In her hands

Yes threw you away,
Into desert sands

I would treat you well,
I would never rebel

Your pain I could defy,
On me you should rely
 Oct 2014
Revan Thrashin
It's become a part of me
Always near but never seen
Born from torment
Raised on agony

Devoured my innocence
Taken my soul
The demon now has control
A new misanthropic mindset

Countless days destruction reigned
Clashing thoughts and actions
Like swords on a battlefield

I've become a puppet
No longer able to act on my own
Pulling my strings I bend to its will
Dance to his tune

Aged and tattered
It has no use for me
I look around and see nothing
Only fading memories of happiness

The smile once upon my face
Washed away by tears of sorrow
A puppet today
A puppet tomorrow
My first poem written a year ago.
 Oct 2014
Curtis
People are like shoes
Wanting to be paired in twos

Different colors
For different days

Different styles
For different ways

That is
If you're a woman

They have many shoes
But I'm a guy

And I don't need shoes
Just thinking lol
 Oct 2014
Olivia Kent
Midnight laced the sky's blue moon.
The lights in the castle shone out loud.
The lady of the house be gone.
Wrapped in cloak of night sky blue.
The verdant field met late night's lights.
With nearly morning breeze.

Then there came the turbulence.
A hurricane.
Over the drawbridge.
feeling the force.
Weather beaten and worn.
The oak door screams back.
It's fighting against its hinges.
She's led into the parlour.
Taken by the hand of her faithful lord.
The lonely lord of live alone.
A silent servant sleeps downstairs,
Privately hidden in the cellar under the house.

A tray of nuts and garlic butter mushroom nibbles presented.
Delivered with a scrumptious glass of warming scarlet wine.
Any port in a storm.
He had collected them that morn,just before the break of dawn.
Oh that the darkest time of day.
The mushrooms he'd collected.
Were very very wrong.
The housemaid entered the drawing room.
Quiet as a house mouse.
She couldn't wake them up.
Didn't dare.
They were sleeping silently, within death's cold embrace.
She paid but no attention, as she stoked the angry fireplace.
(c) Livvi
Was it accidental ? The mind boggles!
 Oct 2014
Rupal
A single jasmine
can be my garland
A single grape
can be my vineyard.

You
are all I need.
You
add fragrance,
You
add sweetness
to my being.

You
are my one
in the many
Also
my many in
the one...
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