Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Go above and beyond
Always think large
Be your best
Be the one to take charge
Speak wise words of wisdom
Be courteous and sage
Rise to that mountaintop
Stay above the range
Blessed is  first  snowflake
That gives the tidings
Of winter
it kills me
to know that you've turned to
those things.

you were getting better, you were.
you made a promise to me and to
yourself
that swore off those things

those things
that make you
giddy and glossy and
float and fall and
soar and sad and
dream and drunk

and make you not you.

i can't help you
no matter how much i want to or
how hard i try.

because in the end, it's you who will have to make the decision
you, who will have to control yourself
you, who will have to realize what you've become.
I've discovered you
and who you are
hiding behind the
computer n claiming
something you are not,
but reality denotes
that you are a poet
Well versed you are
and yet an enigma
you are in many ways
Reading between the
lines I put 2 n 2 together
You follow me close
like a true private eye
I was fooled briefly,
but I KNOW
who YOU are.
T.P.
honey gold
sea, swift, the drifting
tide, thrown, water
breathes, love,
the sweet taste
of our passion
our love
all the jealousy
in the world.
love jealousy
Once I dreamt of a bouquet of roses delivered to me
Not knowing where or who they were from.
The minds of free reflections
                  swim above the surface,
            believe that while
those stagnated by whispers
                                             fade into oblivion.
I'm a peculiar chaos,
I'll keep you on your toes,
But who's to say
we won't create an adventure
I love the sound of clouds rolling in the morning
The sight of the grey of a coming storm
Clashing with the dark of a whithering night

And I could feel the rain coming

A feefall of raindrops
Washing away any haunts left by night
Thr chorus of an autumn's monsoon
Clashing with the whispers of the wind

Slowly will it pass
Slowly will the sun take its place
A short one
I used to hate the smell of cigarettes and coffee.

But now I've become familiarised to it and actually find myself longing for the scent

I’ve grown to love the smell just as I've grown to love you.

When you would kiss me it tasted of stale cigarettes and bitter coffee with a hint of whisky.

I used to be disgusted by it but now I find myself intoxicated by your kisses

The farther you pushed me away the more I wanted to be near you.

Now you've gone

And I've never felt closer to the very thing that ruined me;

The very thing that left me craving bitter coffee and stale cigarettes

– Stale Coffee and Bitter Cigarettes // F.C.
Next page