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 May 2015 Erenn's Collabs
Sophie
You can be like*  Haiku  while--
everyone else is rhyming with


*Senryu.
 May 2015 Erenn's Collabs
JS
Flaws
 May 2015 Erenn's Collabs
JS
Big ears
Small nose
Frizzy hair
Chubby thighs
Flaws,
Scars on legs
Birthmarks on arms
Small *****
Flaws,
Flaws are nothing to be ashamed of
They are our hidden roadmaps to places only we really know
Embrace every flaw that covers your body
They make you, you.
People say that you become a poet once you touch love, I used to be a poet when you were in my life.
But he's in my life now, and I feel like I constantly have writers block.
So do I love him? Or do I love you?
I told him I love him
I think I love you
I don't know if I love him
That's all they are.
Demanding you do as they say, but then a day or two later they're doing the exact same thing they told you not to.
Telling you to believe in one thing, when they dont even believe it themselves.
Speaking of wild times in their past lives, while forcing you to stay home on a weekend and study.
Continuously pestering you to try your best, when one of them is a drop out who acts like a child.
Whining that you never open up to them, ignoring the times you had started to but they were "too busy".
Continuously wanting you to act more adult, while treating you like a child, though in less than 2 months you'll be more adult than they will ever be.
Telling you to come out of your room, that you spend too much time there, yet that is the only place you feel you can be yourself,
the only place you can feel free.
Some may of been blessed with amazing parents, but at times..that is not the case for me.
-Just letting out some anger that has been building up for far too long..
The soul he needs,
It should be wise.
It should be sweet.
It should care.
Their feelings should be strong, but not too overwhelming.
It must like the closeness of his body.
The soul he needs,
Must be strong.
It must be tender.
The soul he needs,
Should be a soul like his.
About my boyriend
You make my heart pump
And rush to my head,
You make me blush
As if to death,
You make me smile
With a smile never shown before,
Maybe I've fallen in love
But I'm not sure,
Not at all...
What i wish to feel for someone... But its all just a dream
I’ve written numerous
Poems for you
Each and every one
Delicately written

Pictures painted
With words bleeding
From my pen until
The paper is soaked

Yet you cast aside
The pain it is
To arrange
Those words for you

I'm pondering
If pouring
My heart out
Is worth it anymore

Well this poem
Will be torn up
Because you don’t
Deserve it

I wonder
If you ever did
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