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 Aug 2014 Aquinas
Jh
Longing
 Aug 2014 Aquinas
Jh
You confessed to me your past and present burdens then let every inch of pain drip out of the ocean that is your mind and I thought about how much easier it would be to have been bedridden for four years before being forced to run a mile on command than it would have been to live the times you spoke of. I cried a whole night and since then never understood why we are deceived by what the foolish would recognize as the 'good' in this abject world. If I could create sentences that would steal the torment from your eyes I would commit to writing a thousand novels, all in calligraphy, so I could die if only assured you would never cease to smile.
Not a poem, really. More of a collage of jumbled thoughts.
 Aug 2014 Aquinas
WickedHope
I hide behind
My glasses lens.
How foolish is that,
When everyone
Can see through them?
Through me?
 Aug 2014 Aquinas
Luvanna
the crisp of the letters I collect from you
is the new scent I'm gonna bottle up
and feed it with light and wind;
I long for you for years and years
and i wonder do you still remember
my name.
the fluff of your sweater
is still hanging inside my closet
with dried rose you gave me
with blood stain around the collar
and I wonder do you still remember
the color of my eyes
the address seems to not exist
the number was inactive
and I tried to detect you through globe
through places you said you'll go to
someday
and I found you with different eyes
and different smile
and different hand you hold on
and I knew I never stayed in your mind
ever since
 Aug 2014 Aquinas
David Rusiecki
Poems don't always have to Rhyme
Hell, I see un-rhyming poems all the time!
Poems about food, nature and love
Poems about family, and the stars above
A poem doesn't need to have rhythm
For the feels to be put in em'
They just must be beautiful, to enter your soul
Put your mind at peace, make you feel whole

****...  this is kind of ironic.
STILL has a message AND comedic appeal.  You can thank me
 Aug 2014 Aquinas
Megan Grace
why don't I have a real job how can i
be this scared to go back to school i
want to move away but i can't go to
portland like i wanted to because that
was ryan's thing i wonder if he'll still
move there will he take her or will they
break up before then or maybe they'll
get married and stay here because
eyelit is here which means i definitely
need to move away is he going to
propose with a banjo pick like he did
with me or will he get her a real ring
"you put that on the wrong finger" "i'm
not trying to do that yet" "did you hear
that megan he said 'yet'" i miss your
friends and your mom and i can't
stand that i'm not allowed to talk to
them anymore why didn't you pick me
why didn't you pick me why didn't
you pick me god you told me you
loved me you told me you wanted a
farm and kids and a garden why did
you do this to me i loved you so much
i could have filled the ocean with the
contents of my heart that belonged to
you i hate you i hate you i hate
I'm sorry for this.
 Aug 2014 Aquinas
WickedHope
A Lady.
 Aug 2014 Aquinas
WickedHope
Don't look,
Don't speak.
Stay young,
Stay weak.
A picture in a frame,
A doll on a shelf.
Your looks can bring you fame,
Just deny yourself.
Feminist professor inspired.
 Aug 2014 Aquinas
WickedHope
Why do I do that?
Why am I so abnormal?
I go to speak,
And my voice creaks,
And my face flushes red.
So I over correct,
Too loud, too direct,
Desperately avoiding the tears I'll shed.
 Aug 2014 Aquinas
WickedHope
That guy who sketches in class.
Creating the images in his mind.
He sits silently, just out of notice.
But I see him.

His eyes are heavy but serene.
Their blue clarity
That sees something I can't see.

Oh, they do so much to me.
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