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Hiding behind a pseudonym
I begin to wonder if the words I write are enough
Or if I will be forgotten forever.
So hidden behind a pseudonym I will stay
Waiting until I am good enough.
I liked what you said today
the description you so eloquently
spoke of was raw, and honest
about what it's like to be you
I found myself weeping
when I saw the tears welling up
in your soft blue eyes
and, my heart ached for the sadness
you've bravely endured
You said that you were inside a boat
all alone floating on a huge ocean
that there were other people in their boats too
but they were all too busy with their own lives
too busy to notice you
holding a kite in one hand
and, a heavy anchor in the other
holding on so tightly
so that you would not float up into the sky
or, sink to parish at the bottom of a black sea.
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Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Krisselle S. Cosgrove November 28th, 2015
 Nov 2015 Devin Lawrence
prc
girl.
 Nov 2015 Devin Lawrence
prc
there's a girl
stubborn yet, strong
quiet when she wants to be
loud whenever someone makes her laugh
that laugh that makes me smile
there's a girl
secretly sad but, doesn't admit it
it makes me mad when she's upset
because i don't understand why someone would hurt her like that
there's a girl
not just any girl
but, a girl i'm falling for
 Nov 2015 Devin Lawrence
1923
I wasn't her first.
Or her second. Or third. But I didn't need to be. I said
"I'm no good with words", and she said
"they don't speak to me anyway.
Anyway you were the first
to run your hands down my body, stop at my chest
and ask me if it hurts". When she said yes,
I told her yes too.
To this day she says "that was the moment
I fell in love with you"
He comes everyday
Every morning, every night
Like the morning sun and twilight
After gulping down a glass of milk
Comes my dear Mr. Milk moustache
 Nov 2015 Devin Lawrence
Hannah
We're just ******* in the
mountains, like a couple of
mountains wolves biting into each others
flesh and having the greatest
meal           of all time.            4,000 feet above the
sea-level is where we like to       ****     the     most,
because the breeze cools our sweat
and only the birds can hear our
                                             howls.
 Nov 2015 Devin Lawrence
Kimmer
Sometimes when things get fuzzy
I like to go for a walk
And just breathe deeply

I've always been one
To hold on longer
Clasp my fingers with yours
Wrap my arms around your body
Until I feel you loosen your grip or hold
Even just a little bit
And then I tell myself
It's okay to let go

But only when I know
You let me go first
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