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 Jun 2015 collin
Dead Lock
We can cry
We can hurt
We can craze
But that's fine
That's okay
Our grades matter more
Then our tears anyways
 Jun 2015 collin
Jack Thompson
In the waking moons.
I write my best verse.
A closing of wounds.
The most evil of curse.

The words write them selves.
A compulsion of sorts.
The drum of purpose.
This supernatural force.

I hope I've written.
All my pain away.
Inviting new energy.
To bring a new day.

It's love or sadness.
And no in between.
No words of indecision.
Have I got left to glean.

Words of great meaning.
Passion, pain or practice.
Each a worthy path.
what ever the price is.
© All Rights Reserved Jack Thompson 2015
 Jun 2015 collin
Selma Bee
There was this girl who fell in love with her best friend.
When the friend came out to her,
She said absolutely nothing,
The friend never knew how she felt,

Four years down the road,
She finally musters up the courage to ask her out.
And so they’re happily dating.

I fell in love with my best friend
Three years ago,
At fifteen.
The other girl is eighteen now.

I guess that adulthood gives you courage
To do some really daring things.

I wish that I had the guts to do that,
Tell someone how I feel.

But it is so very hard to.
And I know the answer i wish for
And I know the answer
Which I’ll likely receive.
They are not the same thing.

But maybe,
When I’m eighteen,
I’ll get the courage to ask,
And love what happens next.
this forgetfulness has to stop
its eating at my brain
taking all of every day
they flutter away
it makes  me feel ashamed
to forget the simple things
Today was a hard day
everyday is a hard day
sometimes it's hard to concentrate
in every single way
Today was not fun
everyday isn't fun
Mom screamed at me today
I swear she burst a lung
Today I was tired
everyday I'm tired
my boyfriend is worried about me
I swear he thinks I'm wired
Today was very cold
I can't stand it when it's cold
when I'm cold I feel old
Today I cut myself
I got to live a little while today
but today was still a hard day.
WRITTEN BY: Mandie Michelle Sanders
WRITTEN ON: August. 12, 2009 Wednesday 10:43 P.M.
They said I couldn't sing
but I have a cd
they said I was too young
yet I have adults at my knees
they said he was just a crush
but now he's my husband
they said I was dumb
yet I got into college two years before them
they said I talk to much
now I have my own talk show
they said I acted immature
yet I pay my own bills now
they said I was a loser
yet I win all of the skateboard games
they said I was ugly
yet my my clothing stores have different names
they told me to die
but I'm still living
they say I waste time
but my friends can't get enough of me
they said I couldn't dream
but now look at me
every magazine they look at
my face is all that they see.
WRITTEN BY: Mandie Michelle Sanders
WRITTEN ON: Feburary. 26, 2009 Thursday
I feel myself falling
with everything I do
you broke my heart once again
I can't stand the pain you put me through
I feel myself losing it
it's even happening in my dreams
with each hour that passes I fall even further
Please tell me what this means?
I can't take the pressure I'm under
why is this happening to me?
I wish I could run away and never come back
why can't people just let me be?
you said you would never hurt me
you said that you needed me too
now that I'm sinking I'm drowning alone
and no one can save me but you
I'm ready to just give up on everything
I'm sick of crying myself to sleep at night
I stand in the shower numb as ice
deciding if I should continue this fight
the way I feel no one can understand
so I suffer here in silence
I smile as if everything is okay
but really inside I'm dying
I wish I could walk and never stop
I wish these scars would fade away
I wish this battle that I have with myself
didn't take up so much of my day
I wish I was a different person
I wouldn't be putting up with this ****
I wish I could get rid of this sadness
so I no longer have to deal with it.
WRITTEN BY: Mandie Michelle Sanders
WRITTEN ON: November. 17, 2010 Wednesday 2:20 P.M.
If I were leave tonight,
write poems for me.
Let your words go out further
than I ever could.
Use them to create
elms with branches that curl
in all directions
so that birds can grab to them
like you grab onto your heart.
But when you do,
squeeze out your thoughts
onto paper to keep in touch.
Don't treat your emotions
like a distant neighbor.

If I were to leave tonight,
make sure to explore.
Find new things
to expand your mind
beyond fence posts
set up by yourself.
Look under ever rock
and read about lies beneath.
Let your surroundings be
your greatest teacher.

If I were to leave tonight,
make sure to find someone
you care about.
Treat her like you've never met
a person such as she
Beauty never touched your eyes
until you met her
She makes oceans
move with lips
and fingertips.
Sail them with her.
And hey,
even write a poem for her.
Let her know you care.

And if  you leave tonight,
I will do the same,
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