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 Oct 2013 Denise G
G C
There's a girl, sitting in front of the window,
waiting for your call
There's a girl, with bright brown eyes,
who's waiting for you to come
There's a girl, whose knees are shaking,
falling to the ground
There's a girl, whose eyes are leaking,
she knows you're gone
That was before,
Now,
There's a girl, with short dyed hair,
with a beer in hand
There's a girl, who's making out,
with the kind of guy she told you
she couldn't stand
There's a girl, crying at night,
writing your name on her skin
Only this time, she's not using a permanent marker,
so she can't erase it
She's carving your name,
to keep you forever
There's a girl,
You wouldn't recognize her,
But you should,
It's the ghost of the girl,
who used to be
Y o u r s
Life of a single man

Sometimes we *** in the shower
And we hardly ever make the bed
We clean ourselves with shampoo
Using the lather from our heads

At times we wear the same old socks
That we wore the day before
And dont even get us started
On how long jeans last on the floor

When the bed gets made we sleep on top
Then just straighten when we get up
And do we really need to wash the sheets
If our skin they do not touch

We drink milk from the carton
Eat fast food way to much
We have pizza pie for dinner
And eat leftovers when we get up

We want the house to look real clean
So there are rooms that we don't use
When we can write our name in dust
That's when we grab a broom

This is the life of a single man
We just do what we want to do
It is very hard for us to change
When we meet that someone new

So dont try to change us overnight
So far we have made it through
But if by chance we fall in love
We may just change for you

Carl Joseph Roberts
 Oct 2013 Denise G
angela
on lonely nights like these,

i stare at the moon
thinking of you
i wonder if
you miss me
the way i miss you

i count the stars
making wishes on them
hoping that you're
still in love
with me
because lately
i've been having doubts
about us

i take a walk
down memory lane
and remind myself
of how perfect
we once were
it was us
against the world
now it's you
versus me

we are supposed
to be in love
right?
is love supposed
to feel like
this?

i feel like
the nights are
getting longer
and the days
are never really bright
my heart aches
and longs for you
i feel like
a shipwreck
of feelings

i'm pacing
back and forth
plucking the
petals off flowers
wondering if
you love me not

please save me
from these lonely nights
if you love me
And at times it all hits me at once
Like a ton of bricks crashing into my body
stealing all of my breath until i’m able to stand
knocking me off of my feet
forcing me to remember every detail
from your alluring eyes
to your selfish and devious ways
i told myself it was worth it everytime
worth all the pain and suffering
worth all the tears and screaming
and sleepless lonely nights
just to have your hand back in mine again
and i believed it
i believed every word that you said to me
you told me you loved me
you made me feel as if i was the only one
you would ever need
i felt as if for a moment
i had found everything i had ever needed
but time is an enemy
i sit and watch the clock tick
hiding in the shadows of your destructive ways
waiting for another crash
the audacity you have
to continuouly steal every ounce of happiness i have
i’ve done nothing but love you
and in return i’ve only gotten heartache and pain
the insanity you have created in my mind
has led me on a destructive path
a path with no light at the end
i stay up at night with tears pouring down my face
unable to hide the scars you've created
days turn into weeks
weeks turn into months
and months will soon turn into years
and I know i will still hopelessly
be in love with you.
 Oct 2013 Denise G
Delaney Marie
"How many times can you fall in love with the same person?"

- the answer escaped my lips but ran wild through my brain.
my heart knew every word that my tongue could not explain.
I look deeper into your question,
billions of people, but you're the incomparable selection.
my selection, laced with complexities that were only meant for me to unravel.
scar after scar and yet falling for you has been the easiest of battles.


"How many times can you fall in love with the same person?"

-let's take a guess because neither of us knows.
let's keep counting, let's use our fingers and our toes.
tallying falls and re-falls into a universe created out of unexplainable connection.
a journey, our journey, the imperfect perfection.
you see, my heart resides in your sanctuary of a soul.
keep it there, it seems to be the only place it will grow.


"How many times can you fall in love with the same person?"

-if the third time's the charm, how lucky are we?
how blessed is this love affair, how is it not meant to be?
question the questions, or jump into what has become our second skin;
LOVE. our home away from home. the place where we've always been.
I will always love you and you will always love me.
so when you ask how many more times we'll fall, I'll simply reply: "Infinity."
 Oct 2013 Denise G
Austin Skye
To those who may ask, how are you? My answer is none to simple. Like an ocean I may say. For I too am filled with currents. Waves flow freely upon my surface. Underneath I have icy depths and the warm inviting shallows. I too am ruled by tides. The pull me back and forth between extremes. Dragging me to the whim of the earth and fate. Flashing between sadness and depression. Loneliness. Anger, to the other end, gods euphoria. Joy, happiness and optimism. And as any ocean does, it too carves out parts of me. Chiseling away at my edges. Wearing me down. Only to bring new sands to my shore and once again rebuild. That is how I am.
Silently the droplets fall,as I lie in my bed.
Instead of being fast asleep,
I lie here feeling dead.

But as the rain increases speed,
my cheeks are washed with tears.
The droplets get entwined somehow
to wash away my fears.

Softly, gently, the peaceful sleep,
makes its way to me.
I wake with newfound joy,
peace, love and . . . me
© Annilda Esterhuysen. All rights reserved.
I gave her a book of poems
for her birthday.

And an eraser.

Not that the graphite words
were exceptionally poignant
but I felt that a gift
with a little something
scribbled on it
would be a bit more personal
than one that’s unblemished.

Even though the letters were destined
to be as fleeting
as those on sand,
even though the waves were the gentle
graceful strokes of her fingers,
even though it was a sanitisation
that could have easily been avoided
had she chosen me
over him,
I wrote them.

Because I knew that like scars
the tiny indentations would stay
and her beautiful fingertips
would feel them
if she ever chose
to run them over the page
while thinking of me.

If she’s ever thinking of me.

So I wrote with a pencil
and didn’t flinch
when my affection was reduced to
little grey globs of synthetic rubber.

“For my dearest       , Love Anjuman”
was all that I’d written, anyway.
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