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 May 2013 els
Cody Spang
Uncertainty
 May 2013 els
Cody Spang
The moment you met her you knew she was the one,
finally, the perfect one you thought didn't exist.
You talk, get to know each other,
you trust each other more than anyone in the world.
You are happy together... or so it seems...
You show her undying love and affection,
doing everything you can to impress her
and make her feel wanted and loved.
She is the most important part of your life,
always on your mind.

Then you begin to wonder....
Does she love you as much as you love her?
Sometimes it doesn't feel like it.
You hardly ever hear from her,
maybe once a day.
She says she is just watching TV...
but she takes so long to reply.
You feel unimportant to her,
your mind is trying to convince you to let her go,
but your heart won't let you.
Then, right as you are about to give up,
she says those three magic words...

I love you.

You know you love her,
you can't just give up.
She is one of a kind,
the only one for you,
everything about her is perfect....
If only she felt the same way about you....

The uncertainty returns.
She is such a nice girl,
she would stay with you just so she didn't break your heart.
You begin to wonder if it was all a lie...
Once again, your mind tells you to just let her go,
but your heart knows you won't find anyone that understands you like she does.
Soon, your mind takes control of your heart,
and, right as you are about to give up,
she sends you the cutest text.

You start to remember all the good times,
the bad times too,
you were always there for her,
and she was always there for you.
You look at all the gifts, old messages, drawings, and pictures,
and a tear runs down your face.

You text her the three magic words.

I love you.

Hours later, still no response...
your mind begins to lose hope again...
and the cycle continues...
 May 2013 els
Kenneth Springer
I was tired but still made it
Took a shot to be festive,
then another to loosen the noose.
We danced for a bit but I was still stiff.
Jameson, on the rocks—my substance of choice.
Found you in the back,
Finished that ****** joint you rolled.
We laughed a bit and then you bit me.
I pulled you close but then you ran.
Kicked me in the shin,
Flicked me off as you turned the corner.
Love hurts they said.
*Literally…
 May 2013 els
R
My Laugh
 May 2013 els
R
I laughed today.
Like a genuine laugh
Like a real laugh.
It was so wonderful,
I was actually sort of happy.
Thank you for that,
It was nice.
 May 2013 els
Ottis Blades
Women.
 May 2013 els
Ottis Blades
Women are the vessels that hold life
for Nine 1/2 weeks like Kim Basinger
Call me Mickey.

Women adorned Da Vinci paintings with a half smile
martyrs in the flames of freedom
Call me Joan.

Women that nurture life
the greatest man to ever walk our path
call me Mary.

-and yet we’re reduced to calling them “*****”
because our male brains can’t reach to nothing more.

Women in revolutionary trenches
artist, poets, our strongholds, mend no fences
call me Frida.

Women our souls, our backbones
endless spinal chords that keep us up
call me Theresa.

-and yet “*****” is the word that dominates our tongues
when we refer to them.

Women the leaders, the warriors
the fighters, the valor of the coward
call me Cleopatra.

Women the lovers, the pleasers
that feed us and keep us up on our feet
call me Anne Boleyn.

-and yet “*****” infiltrated our vocabulary
like a terminal cancer, let’s get rid of it.
 May 2013 els
Plain Jane Glory
She sits on a piano bench,
in the basement of a church,
the church she once graduated in,
with the boy who has died,
died the day before,
much after going to school,
with the girl who now sits on a piano bench,
in the basement of a church,
the church she once graduated in.

Reality does not hit her at first,
but four days later it assails,
crushing her skull and collapsing her lungs.

She stands holding a candle,
holding a candle in a pew,
in the church she once graduated in,
at the funeral of a boy who she graduated with,
remembering him in a blue dress shirt,
and glasses, with a round face
and tears stream from her eyes
and she feels the weight,
of a life lost too soon.
 May 2013 els
Ashlea
...
 May 2013 els
Ashlea
...
I would write about my feelings toward you,
but I can't write.
And I would draw about my feelings toward you,
but I can't draw.
So, I guess, I'll just stay quiet,
and admire you from afar.
 May 2013 els
Catherine Elizabeth
i. Soft, pink petals drift in circles on the lazy breeze.
Birds sing as they chase each other across the blue sky.
Sharp, green blades of grass tickle the back of my neck.
The sun is bright, so I keep my eyes closed.
Winter has fled in the face of a glorious spring.

ii. A sad girl with a beautiful smile shares this room with me.
Her life is made of empty fun, empty loves, and empty bottles.
She paints her face to cover the darkness around her eyes.
But concealer can't succeed in hiding the darkness in them.

iii. You can't call someone else irresponsible when you act like you do. When you can count your empty glasses, you can try again.

iv. Floating in the clear, cold water, with the sun beating down on my face, I escape. I have no worries, no distractions, no obligations. I let the scalding rays burn freckles into my nose. I let the waves spill into my eyes. I have no cares. I am infinite.

v. A word of advice to the male type of human: licking your lips at a passing girl doesn't make you attractive. It makes her want to take a shower. Alone.

vi. It's 4:13 and I'm still awake. I haven't been doing anything but staring at the ceiling since midnight. Why is it that in the dark, everything seems more real? 4:15..
 May 2013 els
ASB
spring fever
 May 2013 els
ASB
(and when winter comes
you'll be breaking my heart.)
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