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 Aug 2015
Megan H
You went on your fishing trip
Caught a big one this time,
You said.
This one's a bit heavy,
Weighed down.

With a sharp tug on the pole,
You finally retrieved your catch.
Well, what is it?,
You asked.
You held something in your hand
Pulsing and black.
Whatever it is,
It's not worth it.

You threw it back into the water,
Back into the dark depths.
Let's keep on fishing.
I wanna catch a big bass.


They say there's plenty of fish in the sea
But you didn't even notice,
When you caught my heart.
Sure,
It was beaten
Almost unrecognizable.
But it only took you a second,
To judge my darkness
As impairment,
And toss me back to a personal hell
You reeled in my heart,
And you didn't even know.

I'm sorry I can't be
**The catch of the day.
 Jul 2015
Jack R Fehlmann
I steal from her
Brick and mortar
To add to my foundation
Made of so little
rubble and debri
she wants this and wants that
but never stops
Never ever listens
I know what I want
the expense, knowing
I'm not right,
I am ruthless, and uncaring
Selfishly overbearing,
I blame these things
Upon the tiny shoulders of my self esteem you of course, and you know them,
and they point and accuse you too,
Never me.  
I am a man
Made of Memories
splintered,
Like Glass in a window breaks
Then Falls to pieces
That find Places, spaces Beneath you
Made smaller and smaller still
Rushed away
carried everywhere you were.
Where the need of
Less and less fits,
unless like a man
It proves too imperfect,
Until I find my ending
I imagine it Deep & blue,
Richest Royal,
inviting,
Then I will forgive
Forget ever having been
Walked Upon By you
 Jul 2015
Megan H
They tell you
To wish upon the stars
So you find one that falls
Close your eyes
And wish with all your might
But you never knew
The stars couldn't bring back the past
Or the dead
The stars can't ever get you what you want

They never tell you
That even the stars
Have their limits.
 Jul 2015
GailForceWinds
Where am I going
What is my path
I have to make choices
Put aside my wrath

Trails lay before me
Like cards in a game
Which trail do I take
Will I end up in shame

Choices are not easy
Overwhelming at times
Which way to turn
I can’t cross that line

Stand still for today
No decisions can be made
Only time can guide me
All the way to the grave
 Jul 2015
Megan H
It was the summer of us.
Dumb decisions
We needed to learn from
Drunken nights
We barely remember
Life seemed simple
But the impending future
Glared at us with icy eyes
We tried to grasp every moment
Spend time with each other
Meaningless arguments
Deep discussions
Hidden loves
Because the fear of leaving
We knew no attraction would ever work
Some friends we have lost
We know the ending
We'll all lose touch eventually
What was the point behind all those years?
Fighting our way to the top
Only to be back on the bottom
The fear was deep within us
Make new friends
Make a new life
We were afraid to leave each other
Came to know each others tendencies
The most common phrase being
Let's make sure we keep in touch
We all know that's a lie.
Kisses behind barns
And parties in pastures
We know some will never leave this town
But we pretend to know our own futures
We all talk about out different paths
Our fears
Our hidden excitement
We really don't want to leave,
But we really really do.
Our goodbyes are coming
And we'll all cry when they do
But for now let's just pretend
We're all happy in our uncomplicated lives
Because we know our new lives begin
When we separate from each other
So let's be dumb
Stay up too late with some whiskey
Just talk about our fears
Because we are in the same boat
Live a little and have some flings
Let's make some bad decisions
Because this is our last summer
Before our lives begin,
And we want to remember it.
I know it's a little long, but these are my thoughts about my last summer. I head to Texas State University in the fall as a Freshman. I'm a little nervous to leave home behind, and I know it will be hard, but I think I'm ready for the adventure.
 Jul 2015
brandon nagley
One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go.
To the valley below.
 Jul 2015
GailForceWinds
I awoke in the ER
Not again! Said my brain
What happened now?
I must have surely gone insane

I have no memory of what happened or how I got here
Just the gallon wine bottle and ***** in my hair

I’m now strapped to the bed
There is no one around
My mind is racing
How was I found?

I did it again
How many promises I broke
Do I get another chance?
It is a miracle I awoke

I won’t say it was easy
But I fought through the storm
My old best friend
I do not mourn

Two years later
I sit here and ponder
Thanking the Lord for my new life
I promise never to squander
 Jul 2015
Megan H
Tread lightly on this path
Walked a long road from depression
To almost happiness.
Why?
Why must you come and ruin it
You've thrown boulders
Into my path
You've made me turn around
Heading back to the dark place.
 Jul 2015
GailForceWinds
You cheated and left me
Four years ago
You've been crying over this
All the while I've been told

You chose your path
Took the fork in the road
You say you've always loved me
but you've chosen the toad

I finally forgive you
Not for you but for me
I can now cast the memories of you
Deep into the sea
 Jul 2015
Amber K
It's 5 in the morning.
I haven't slept yet.
I never sleep at night anymore.
Everything hurts to much.
If I even think about sleeping,
I end up soaking my pillow in tears...
as the pain in my chest grows harder to ignore.
All the flashbacks return.
I don't feel very safe anymore.
So I'll wait for the sun to rise.
Then I'll sleep the day away,
and wake up to face the night once again.
 Jul 2015
AMcQ
The
distorted
feather of
cigarette
                 smoke
                                         trails
                              upwards.
             It dances
                                    on the
                                             first
                       wisp of wind;
escaping
                 the draw
                                 of cracked
                weasened
lips.
Lips
formed of
                                      withered apple skin
                                                         and stale coffee;
                                            of puckered
                         mouth
              and deep
inhales.
                             Hunched shivering
                                                       shoulders hoist a
                                                                                            shaky hand
                                                                                          toward the
                                                                                    face.
                                                A raspy exhale releases
                        another puff of smoky breath.
The icy air exaggerates
the capacity of old
and tiring lungs.

I foresee this rarely preempted fate.


I quit!
 Jul 2015
Stephanie Proctor
When the time comes to say goodbye
        to the laughs and the love and our half-cocked dreams,
        to the feel of your lips and the played out scenes,
when we're going through the motions and
        we're running out of steam,
please know that I will miss you.

When the sound of your heartbeat is no longer
        the perfect soundtrack to fall asleep to
and I reach for something stronger to dull my senses
        and I long for something to feel real again after all this time,
please know that I will miss you.

When I stop expecting you to touch me
       in a way that doesn't just feel like lust,
       in a way that strikes me with the feeling
of being loved and not just craved
please know I will miss you.

When being your rock becomes the only thing I'm good at,
        the only thing that I feel you need me around for,
and it's the only reason I'm still here at all...
I will miss you.

When my heart can stand to break yours,
when I take my love away,
I will always miss you.
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