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DancingEnt Feb 2018
When she smiles
he looks at her
as if the sun itself
beams from her grin

                          Because it does
Reminder: I am the sun.
That just feels ******.
DancingEnt Feb 2018
He is water
and she is always p a r c h e d
Though her cup runs over
with just one touch
she knows she will NEVER
get
enough
Ever not able to get enough of someone? Yeah, that's this.
DancingEnt Mar 2018
I've never known this kind of love before
Hand holding in the grocery store
Smiles across the way while you're working
Not getting angry at your snores
Laughing during ***
No pressure
Ever
Dreaming of seeing sunrises with you
Staying up to see the sunsets
Not caring about punctuality
(Okay maybe a little)
Wanting to be with you at 3:00 in the afternoon
Drinking coffee staring at the ocean
Thinking any date was the best date
Truly being happy
I've never known this kind of love before
I'm writing a lot about love... I've got good inspiration
DancingEnt Aug 2018
Isnt it funny
You always hear about couples who have ******* up
"Their only chance at love"
For the dumbest reasons
And here we are. We both know our issues
We both have them.
We both try to help each other
But if it's wrong then we snap
And now you're three feet away
But I miss you like you've been gone an eternity
And we fight fear with anger
Instead of love
Losing who we are in the process
DancingEnt Feb 2018
My biggest supporter
My rock when I could not stand
My sun when I was grey
My joy when I was sad
My love when I forgot how
Three years you've been gone now
And it still feels like it was just yesterday
The man I call my dad passed away three years ago. He was everything to me, even in the hard times. He loved me the way a father should, not the way my mother's "friends" did.
DancingEnt Dec 2018
We only see each other
Through pixels on a screen
But the way you live your life
Makes me want to scream

Once beautiful and pure
You've given into drugs
And now your arms are too thin
To give out your famous hugs

Eyes glossed in every picture
It's enough to break your heart
Your smile and your aura
Were once a work of art

And I know that you are struggling
It's something we all do
I hope someday you reach out
And stop destroying you.
Old friends die hard.
DancingEnt Feb 2018
Hello, Poetry.

I hope today finds you well
and the light of the world has shone on you.
I hope today you save a new soul,
or some new soul saves you.

I hope today you see the world
as beautiful as it sees you.
I hope today someone is moved
enough to embrace you
and your love.

I hope today brings you no sorrow.
I hope today only brings you joy
and smiles.
I hope today you are not taken
for granted.

I hope today
you are shown you are loved.
I hope today you realize that
you are beautiful
and kind.

I hope today you realize why
that special someone has you on their mind.
I hope today you see yourself
as the world sees you.
I hope today you remember your name,
Poetry,
and you wear it proud
with your
head
held
high.
DancingEnt Sep 2019
We spent the night
Interrupting our kisses with laughter
And looking into each other's eyes
Too afraid to tell the other
What we desperately wanted to hear
DancingEnt Apr 2018
The only thing
I've ever known
in my whole life
to be true
is that I'm
unequivocally
uninhibitedly
100%
in love with you.
Lately I've been feeling like you need reminders that I'm all yours and you're all I want forever. So I'll say it over and over again until I'm sure you know. And then I'll keep saying it so you never have to wonder.
DancingEnt Feb 2018
What are you going to do with me?
He asks
as if loving him is something
that I can control
It's automatic
it's easy
it's perfect
What are you going to do with me?

Love you unconditionally
I don't know if I believe in unconditional love, but I'd like to try.
Cheating is a no-no, but just because we wouldn't be together, does that mean I wouldn't still love them? I don't know.
DancingEnt Feb 2018
His eyes
are as kind
as the love he gives
when I cannot bare
to love myself
It's hard to remember to love myself. Thank you for reminding me.
DancingEnt Mar 2019
No matter how much
You show someone you care
The blind do not see

You could shine as bright as the sun
But if they're in a bunker
They will never feel your rays
Feeling pretty low
DancingEnt Oct 2018
I used to write about love
But it feels like we let the magic die
Because all you do is apologize
And all I do is cry
Nevermind we live our lives in fear
Of the thoughts inside our heads
We hold on to love so near
With a quick peck before bed.
Where did we go wrong, my love?
Why did we let it go?
All I ever imagined for us
Was love that would endlessly grow.
But now I'm awake and you are not
Because I cannot quiet the fears
That the love you once had for me
Is gone before we reach one year.
You'll read this and tell me I'm wrong
And maybe you'll be a little right
But if I'm all wrong
Then tell me
Why is it we always fight?
You know I'm not good for you
You say you're not good for me
And no matter how hard the other fights
We are both inclined to disagree
Walls we let each other tear down
We have now built back stronger
I just cant see how you want to stick around
I'll be amazed if you stay any longer.
My love for you will never cease
But I understand if you want to leave
Because being with me is never easy
And I've been told love should be a breeze.
I do not know how I'll go on
But I know I'll find a way
Because if you leave me for a better love
I'll know you're happy at the end of the day.
I'm never good enough. It's my own fault.
DancingEnt Feb 2018
Your eyes are the same green-blue of the ocean.
Your smile, as warm and bright as the sun.
Your laugh as welcome as the crash of the waves.
Your hands the sand caressing my body
        as I lay in your bed.
You are my getaway
And I never want to leave.
Do you ever feel like there's a person that is your home? Like the one you want to go to when the world is crazy. They're your home. They're your getaway. They're your happy place, your comfort space.
DancingEnt Feb 2018
I have visions of me
Standing in a sun beam
In one of your cabled sweaters
Too big for me
But thick, warm, white, and comfy
On a deck we built
To add to our dream home
There's a field of tall grass
Behind me, and it stretches for miles
My hair is soft brown and long
Blowing in the gentle morning breeze
You bring me a cup of coffee
Still wearing that same beanie
You've been wearing since I've known you
Your broad smile takes up your whole face
Disappearing only when you reach for a kiss
And there it is returned
You wrap an arm around me from behind
And we stand there
Sipping coffee and enjoying the stillness of us
I daydream about this constantly. It's an outward perspective. And all I can see is a couple that loves each other more than anything.
DancingEnt Mar 2018
I can feel it
The warmth of your fingers
Filling the chill
Of the crevices between my own
Wrapping around the back of my hand
Your palm embracing mine
Like I've never known
"Perpetually cold"
I often excuse
But now I know they've just been sleeping
Waiting for the warmth of real love
To wake them up.
Thank you for showing me how to accept the fire that is touching you, just with a grasp of my hand.
DancingEnt Feb 2018
I like to think
That you're still watching over me
This year, on the three year anniversary
Of your death
You sent me someone to fall in love with.
I met the man I'm in love with on the three year anniversary of my dad's death.
DancingEnt Feb 2018
When I was a little girl
poems had to rhyme
they had to follow a certain pace
like a song follows time

But now, as I grow older
I'm finding that poetry tells a story
My story, yours, hers, his
Poetry... tells. someone's. story.

When I was a little girl
a good poem
meant it moved you
.
but
.
I struggled to find the words
that made me sound fancy
and smart

When I was a little girl
poetry was a form of art
but I didn't understand it,
I just wanted to write

Now I hope to encourage little girls
to just write what they feel
because somewhere out there
someone feels the same way
and they'll be happy you put it down
they'll be glad to know they aren't alone

and you'll know you aren't alone either
I'm starting to doubt free-writing my poems. Are they really poems? Guess I'm still trapped by the beliefs I had when I was a little girl.
I also hope people read this in the voice I wrote it in. I struggle with that, still.
DancingEnt Aug 2018
I'll try to worry about you less
but I can't make any promises
because when someone holds
your entire world
just in the palm of their hand
you worry that they'll forget
and drop it
and you'll be left with your world
sitting there shattered on the floor
DancingEnt Mar 2018
You are beautiful, He says
And the truth lingers in his eyes
You are wonderful, He says
And this man tells no lies
You are amazing, He says
And it's enough to make you cry
You are my world, He says
And I will always love you
Until the day I die
Just some things my boyfriend has said and the way they make me feel
DancingEnt Jul 2018
You ask me who you are
and I am left speechless
Because words will never describe
The you that I see.

You are someone who asks questions
You boldly go where no man has gone
You are a person who stands up for the right
But keep an open mind about what that may be.

You love with all your heart
but you still keep it guarded
You have a laugh that fills a room
Because it is boisterous and beautiful.

You feel deeply and stronger
than anyone I have ever known
Yet you still have the ability
to help others when they need you.

You are human
but the most extraordinary.
You don't pretend or strive to be perfect.
You are you.

And though you have not accepted it yet:

You are beautiful
You are wonderful
You have a soul that glows brighter than the sun
You are hilarious
You are loving
You are kind
You are smart
You are selfless
You are beyond loved

But the thing above everything else that you won't let yourself see...

                                     YOU ARE IMPORTANT
Some people need the reminder. Especially that person I love more than anything.
DancingEnt Oct 2018
Drowning.
Everything is wet, like my temples
Perspiring.
Reaching out for a hand to hold but
Even if I could find one I would
Slip out of grasp and
Sever that connection because
Everything is black and I'm
Drowning.
Depression *****
DancingEnt Feb 2018
When you look at me
I see everything
My mother tried to show me
Nobody looks at me the way you do.

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