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 Apr 2015 degzvdg
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In all honesty I've never been good with words. I never knew what to respond after the doctor would ask me what hurt, or what to tell my mother after I saw her cry when my dad left. Poetry is placing words in all the wrong places in order to build something right. Poetry is taking apart the puzzle and forcing the pieces into spaces they don't fit. I tried to write you a letter to tell you that I miss you, the problem with poetry is that there's no metaphor that makes this emptiness inside my chest any more beautiful. There's no personification real enough to make my sheets feel like you're laying in them. There's no simile literal enough to make my heart feel as though its healing. I wish I could place these words on my tongue and roll them out for you to hear, but since I've last kissed you I can't even find the motivation to part my lips. I always find myself questioning why I keep writing; because the problem with my poems is that you're never the one reading them.
 Apr 2015 degzvdg
Megan H
There is a shadow looming over me.
In fact there are many shadows
That I have chosen to bear.
They vary in size and shape
And none of them are mine.
They weigh me down
Make my life seem heavier
I do not know why
I have chosen
To accept this darkness
 Apr 2015 degzvdg
Asim Javid
If only our eyes saw souls
instead of bodies
how very different our ideals
of beauty would be
Minds change, children age,
As we wait for the right moment,
Worlds burn, faces turn,
As we wait for the right moment,
That which was green and flourishing,
Turns brown and sickening,
As we wait for the right moment,
What was previously a vision becomes dull,
As we wait for the right moment,
Ideas die, they all forget,
As we wait for the right moment,
The words once spoke,
Are no longer known,
As we wait for the right moment,
The orderly become chaotic,
As we wait for the right moment,
With irrational resistance,
Friendships come to end,
As we wait for the right moment,
Lovers break apart,
With a simple change of heart,
As we wait for the right moment
 Apr 2015 degzvdg
NV
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 Apr 2015 degzvdg
NV
WHAT IF I TOLD YOU HOW SCARED SHE IS. WHAT IF I TOLD YOU HOW SHE WATCHES THE WAY SHE WALKS, BECAUSE THE LAST TIME SHE FELL IN LOVE, SHE HIT THE GROUND. AND SHE WOULD OFFER HIM HER HEART BUT IT'S BEEN EATEN AT AND STORED IN A DOGGY BAG AROUND A CORNER WITHIN HER CHEST - AND SHE CANNOT HELP BUT ALWAYS FEEL LEFTOVER. WHAT IF I TOLD YOU THAT SHE'S SCARED OF FEELING.
BECAUSE IT DOESN'T FEEL HER BACK.
 Apr 2015 degzvdg
Kody dibble
Take 3
 Apr 2015 degzvdg
Kody dibble
The scattered dead,
Headless men filled with boundless grief,
Cherish moments of unneeded compromise,

Films unspoken,
Like hearts broken

Turning forward to times,
Beneath the effortless spines,
Of men asleep in greasy sweat,

Tell the cops to find the Ox,
Tell the boys to keep the watch,
Mind over matter,

Matter of fact,
I probably forgot all of that,
Nonsense and pain,
Time and fame,
Pointless matters of death,
Greater feelings of rest
Random
 Apr 2015 degzvdg
Minuscule Ego
My beloved, I dreamt a dream,
A bright silhouette, a perfect gleam,
My name, I heard you scream,
That deafening pitch, aroused me of my heavenly dream,
You kept sending out those booming invocation,
As an unwanted solo, it captured my attention,
It aroused those never ending intentions,
And left me with an unending lamentation,

I've loved you long enough,
Constantly watched from afar,
Knowing you were off limits,
I've loved you in secret,
It hasn't been that small,
I just couldn't dream it,
I had to tell it,
I'm not ashamed to admit it,

You were everything I ever wanted,
Those times together in a pack,
Left me with that increasing spark,
I fell for you much like a sack,
But you did for him in just a blink,
He stood taller, you felt bigger,
It made me stronger.

I bowed at night
Longing for a glow of light
A spark to lead me to you
But you turned the other way
Took a step away,
Cast out our salvation
Blamed me for the situation,
Then broke our association,
You just couldn't see beyond the imperfection,
My damnation.

I became heart broken,
It left me wary and marred 
Those hidden tears, I give as a token,
I'd fell for you in a minute
You shattered that in just a second
How I wished you could see me now?
Those ***** dreams are over
I'm all sober

But you still captured my mind
Your spark I've still intend to find
My daily measures of you are real
They are not those reflected in the mirrors
Or those of your faithless minions
It's far countless for their opinions,

You are all I've ever desire
My love for you has never expired
Time must've skipped fast
But it never did pass
Your memories still last
I've loved you 'til forever
For as long as I can remember
I just wish you dreamt it too.
 Apr 2015 degzvdg
aphrodite
R
 Apr 2015 degzvdg
aphrodite
R
Kissing him sounded like wailing sirens,
a traumatic experience already in motion

Your Dad was never around to teach you things
like riding a bike, or how to ask for the things you want
so you own a dirt bike now and steal for the thrill of it.
I still think you turned out just fine.

I  want to romanticize the way it felt to feel your presence but always being at such a distance from you,
but its hard to make something so painful sound poetic.

Still, I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it all, just a little bit.

You'll call some other girl "babe"
and I'll change my mind
the same way the leaves go from green to red and
one day I won't think of trauma when I hear your name,
I won't be calm when I sense danger,
and I won't be at peace when I hear sirens wail.
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