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 Mar 2013 Emanuel Martinez
amt
And maybe deep down you feel it too.
Maybe you're just too afraid to say.

Maybe you just want to be friends,
And I'm fine with that.

You've got a beautiful smile.
I love it when you smile,
And when I'm the one who caused it.
 Mar 2013 Emanuel Martinez
amt
The sunlight hits him,
Making his dark eyes a warm shade of brown.
His hair's a mess,
Mine is worse.
I don't care.

Because for a split second,
Nothing else matters.
I don't know what to do...


It's pain or suffering
No evil lesser than the other

Am I really that mean?
To deserve this torture?

Is this karma
And I'm that evil?

Or am I just unlucky
And uncared about?


What have I done...?
I want to cry
but I have no shoulder to cry on...

I want a hug
But I have no one to hug me...

I want some help
But I have no person to rely on...

Worst of all, I have one person to do all these things with,
*but I can't overwhelm them or I'll lose them
"Are you okay?" you ask.

Am I okay?

I'm in so much pain I'm going crazy...seeing things that I don't think are real...crying myself to sleep every night...

"I'm fine!" I say, smiling.

Oh, if only you knew how untrue that is...
Dream of a winter butterfly.
A drop of melted snow
In the Karakorams.
Gas station, masked man
   Save tolls for the gas can
Clean feet, ***** dozen
   Remedies for the cousin

   Sweat shops, floor mops
Save the blood for the dance floor
   Bewitched, leg twitched
Good Aiming Rednecks

Saving gay couples from the ***
I'm reading Michael Robbins, at the moment, and I find his style similar to what I wish I could write. Stuff that's open, a little ******, but honest and witty. Maybe that's what I already write; I'm not sure, but this is an offspring of mimicry.
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