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Mistakes can become Motifs,
and that doesn't at all have to be a bad thing!

It's all a matter of application.
 Feb 2015
Kim Santiago
If I showed you my teardrops,
Would you collect them like rain,
Store them in jars,
That are labelled with "Pain"

Would you follow their tracks,
From my eyes down my cheeks,
As they write all their stories,
I'm too scared to speak.

Would you stop them with kisses,
Bring their flow to a halt,
As you teach me that pain,
Isn't always my fault.

Would you hold my face gently,
As you dry both my eyes,
And whisper the words,
"You're too precious to cry"

If I showed you my teardrops,
Would you show me your own,
And though we're lonely,
We were never alone.
 Nov 2014
Ella Byrne
We are e(i)ther
On top of the world
Or pi(c)king up the pieces
There is no inbetween
No sh(a)des of grey
O(n)ly black or white
Only euphoric or broken
(T)hey say you should
Love deep(l)y
Or n(o)t at all
But i(s) it possible
To lov(e) someone too much?
I'm not sure of an(y)thing
All I kn(o)w is
I don't think I'll be able to
S(u)rvive
If my already fissured heart
Cracks clean in two(.)
Written in November 2014.
 Nov 2014
Daan
I made my girl a dress in white,
what she did, she kept it on all night.
She never took it off again, I'll say
I surely am a lucky man.

I strung around a messy gown,
not even once did I see a frown.
And she loves me, I am sure,
there is more our love can endure.

Starry skies, little white lies,
messy children, open forest,
in the bedding, around the waves,
meetings were restricted, feelings were evicted,
but our love held tight.
Concave sledding, I know
I want a winter wedding.
 Nov 2014
Evan Hoffman
I come with an empty bottle guarantee
Take all of me.
If you're not happy with what you received
send me back empty
no questions asked.
And I'll return all our memories.

Eating hot dogs in D.C.
Late night breaks at truck stops
during our 28 hour round trip to see what made me.

You can play me like a violin
or use me to wipe your tears away.
If I am out of tune
or if I'm not absorbent enough
send me back used.

Treat me like a balloon
I'll be there when your kidneys fail
with a message of hope just for you.
But if that is not enough
send me back deflated.
I'll pay the postage.

Unfortunately, if you order now
I come with nothing else.
Just me, and what you see.
If I don't fill you up
send me back empty
and I'll return all our memories.

— The End —