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 Mar 2014 Ms Tang
Jenn Schwartz
You look at my arms like you've seen a ghost.
You look back at my face as though
I'm not the same person I was a second ago.
You look down and ask me why.
I simply say,
"Look up at me, let me see your face.
I'm not that person anymore.
Don't shut me out.
Don't walk away.
I'm telling you I am okay.
So, don't worry about me.
Just walk beside me and be my friend."
 Mar 2014 Ms Tang
Dallas Allen
Poetry is expression of self,
but it is not one a major
social network, it is here
this peaceful place of nice people

Self expression with words,
not with some stupid Facebook
status or a tweet, not a tumblr
or Google-plus, just Hello poetry


this place is amazing,
full of life, full of hope
full of.....writers
so why can't we expand this site?

Let people know its here
let the masses know that you
can express yourself through writing
wouldn't it be amazing

to wake up and log on
and see all your friends
do something productive
and fun like post a poem
not a half naked pic
what you guys think, and this site has changed my life... just saying
 Mar 2014 Ms Tang
Dreypa
Sleepless nights and dreary days
Was this the only way?
Stained eyes and rampant thoughts
Not only truth has these visions brought

We saw too much, we learned too fast
It will never be left as the past
Warped realities and dreams misconstrued
A covenant is what was brewed

We endured these restless nights
Hoping this idea would set things right
Were these trips we took in vain?
Now we question : are we sane?

We saw too much, we learned too fast
Never knew what would last
Through the light and through the veil
We were shown darkness can't prevail

We were given that for which we prayed
Countless choices we never made
We should have never played this foolish game
Nothing will ever be the same

We saw too much, we learned too fast
Never did we guess what was cast
Fleeting remnants we cannot survive
I'm surely glad were still alive

Did we waste our time?
Driving down the darkness
Searching for an answer?
 Mar 2014 Ms Tang
goatgirl
I kept oscillating;
in and out of love,
in and out of emotions,
between the familiar realm of raunchy young adult literature and
the new, slightly uncomfortable realm of raunchy young adult life.
I oscillated between dispositions;
between pensive and restless,
***** and
not remembering what kissing feels like,
between the doldrums of despair and the
weightlessness of bliss.
My center of gravity oscillated, too-
from my head to my heart to
my thighs
to the cavernous void in my amygdala that was once abuzz with stupid chemicals brought out by the hysterics of infatuation
This is old and I don't really like it

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