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 Nov 2015 Diana
sage short
I don't want to scrub your laugh off of my skin
that it's been embedded in
along with the kisses you planted on my lips
that one day might be bruised
and used to cry for your love
to return to my veins
I don't want to write poetry about our breakup
I want to write poetry about how your eyes love me
and how your hands encasing mine
are the missing puzzle piece
still making my heart skip a beat
when your thumb traces mine
I want to write about all the
demons and angels
withing ourselves and others
and how we are both
mountains and sea
and moon and sun
and how we love each other
endlessly
regardless of if my poetry
can show it or not
I don't want to scrub you out of my bones
I don't want the thought of you to feel like sandpaper
I don't want to shiver
and cringe at the thought of
your love touching me
I don't want my teeth to shatter and my skin to raise
at the thought of your lips
I don't want to cry over wanting you
I want to have you underneath my fingernails and freckles
I want to hold your soul
within my arms
and never let it go
I want to kiss your
every emotion
hopefully healing some wounds
and I'll kiss the scars too
I want to write about how
my love has been
with you since the beginning of time,
how our atoms were created near each other,
that we are from the same star
I wan't to write about how
even in another life
we would find each other
I want to write about your everything
and how I'll love you past my best ability
and sometimes it breaks me
like I'm a piece of glass
from the jar
encasing our hearts together
until maybe one day
they stop beating
I don't want the rhythm
of our heartbeats
to change or stop
but it might
and my cuts will not heal
from the broken glass I call
my heart
but we might stay intact
like the Gods or the stars planned
and if not,
just know that
I love you,
simply
I've changed since then.
I've grown up, to learn from my mistakes.
I can't bare to keep it from you.
That pain I can not take.

The drugs and pleasure were not what I needed,
I moved on to think I had succeeded.
But I had pain inside, because I was not whole.
I did not speak the truth and words were not spoken.

Though it may have seemed fine, it wasn't.
I could not hide it anymore.
No lie or secret was worth the pain I felt.
I had to let you know.

I'm sorry I lied.
I'm sorry I failed.
But I know I can be forgiven.
For its what gods intentions would have felt.
May not be much of a poem but it speaks about how I have had to over come my background of drugs and a reckless life. Today especially it may have costed a lot tons special person, I'm sorry
 Nov 2015 Diana
Hannah McMullan
Luna
 Nov 2015 Diana
Hannah McMullan
Take your time in these years to come
You’re astounding and you’re unique.
Yet no one ever sneaks a peak at you,
Or watch your colors shine and streak.
But the question still remains,
Who are you?
No woman’s womb were you born
Nor man’s pride were you conceived.
Your existence came from God above,
Shining luminous in your peak.
Why others do not see
In all the powers that you release
Is nothing more than mystery.
Watching solemn up above,
Ready for shadows to fill you up
And cast spells on those who
Wait to be awakened.
Sorceress! I know
It is you who watch and glow
While you sing lullabies to ocean’s waves
As they swoon and sway
Under your charm they’ll obey.
In your celestial, majestic, command.  
You rule my weight and give company to stars.
Just remember who you are
That no brightest star can outshine
Our white luminary up above.
 Nov 2015 Diana
Maha Salman
Thoughts
 Nov 2015 Diana
Maha Salman
Help

..................................................
me

....­............................
live.

...................
I

......­.
don't

...
want

..
to
.

.....
*die
 Nov 2015 Diana
Hannah McMullan
She cries and screams at the accusations unsaid
But really she’s battling the darkness in her head

Writhing her fingers in the palm of her hand
Sweating, pacing, yet still her feet stand

Movement everywhere surrounding her skies
But the blinding light covers up her cries

Mouth wide open, yet no sound comes out
But look in her eyes, you’ll see the monster pounce.

In these lives of yours and mine
Which self will be revealed in the troubling times?
 Nov 2015 Diana
Pendulum
It's not the cheating anymore
Nor the lies I believed in
It's the thought of how easy it is for you to give up on me
It's the thought of how easy it is for you to give me away
Just like a teddy bear
It's the thought of how easy it is for you to say I deserve someone better than you

But above all this I promise you
Someday I will become more than just a teddy bear
I will become a teddy bear that you or anybody can't just give away that easy..
I promise you that..
On the spot. Feeling pained.

— The End —