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 Mar 2015
SøułSurvivør
~~♥~~

I used to think men
should be more like books
Both you cannot
judge by looks...

If I didn't want to finish reading
I put it down... no heart was bleeding

A book will never fuss or fight
It will stay with you
through the night...

It doesn't smoke. It doesn't drink.
It won't leave toothpaste
in the sink!

It doesn't binge... it don't eat...
It won't leave up the toilet seat!

It don't forget. It doesn't mope.
It won't hog the TV remote!

It doesn't have to have
The last say...
It doesn't have legs

to walk away.

But it's not soft. It isn't warm.
It doesn't keep you
safe from harm.

Even though it makes no fuss
It can't think. It can't discuss.

Even though it has its charms
it can't hold you in its arms.

It doesn't pine. It doesn't miss.
It can't hug and it can't kiss.

So now I think on it again...
... I think BOOKS should be
             more like MEN!!!



SoulSurvivor
2/20/2015
~~♥~~
 Mar 2015
SøułSurvivør
There are
a billion stars
behind
my
eyes

I weep them
one

by

one

*
.
10W
Soul Survivor

They are actually tears of joy.
Not relevant to present
Circumstances
Must be God!
 Mar 2015
Rae Harrison
And I had to walk away
I was just hoping at least he noticed I didn't run
the title is a thought for after the poem
 Mar 2015
Christine Sandford
you played with my hair
rougher
looked in my eyes
stronger
kissed my forehead
fainter
stroked my thigh
higher
licked my collarbone
lower
brushed my cheek
after
held my hand
tighter
changed my skin
tougher

helped me see
who you really are.
**read without italics first**
 Mar 2015
Christine Sandford
instead of changing me
maybe try and see things
my way
 Mar 2015
Julie Butler
don't promise her the stars
don't surround her with that kind of dark
& please
don't speak what you can't feed
just love her & mean it
you should love her or leave
 Mar 2015
Autumn
I need you like I need my favorite pillow at night when I'm cold and sad and tired and i'm just done with the day. Nothing else matters once I finally find myself in your arms. I'm ******* cliche. I try to say these things differently but I suppose now I know why they say that things are cliche for a reason.
 Feb 2015
Marclesza Gee
I don't feel sad.
I don't feel pain.
I don't feel like crying.
I don't feel like I exist.
I don't feel anything.
Staring at the wall, blankly.
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