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I always wish
That I knew
That the last day
Was the last day.

So I could've hugged you
Just a little tighter

Kissed you a little harder

Said I loved you a little more

And held on just a little longer.
 Jun 2014 Dinah M
Showman
I've learned that happiness
cannot be found in the form of a little
purple capsule.
I've learned that Pisa will have to wait until next time.
I've learned that the third mushroom
held in my sweaty palm was not as
big a deal compared to the other two opening my mind.
I've learned that a part of me
died that night where we ****** in a
room with no furniture.
I've learned that life is work and that
the molotov cocktail of Dubrah and eay mac
that came spewing from me left an orange tang
upon the floor.
I've learned that pain is better than numbness
and that jabbing a sewing needle repeatedly in my arm
was an educated decision.
Most importantly I've learned that together we are better than alone.
 Jun 2014 Dinah M
Tryst
I would walk with you,
Through fire and brimstone,
Over molten rocks,
Across jagged mountain tops;

I would stand beside you,
Against infernal foes,
Arms outstretched,
To fend off their blows;

I would be there and there again,
If you asked it of me,
But you never will,
And so I never will,

*And so we'll never be.
 Jun 2014 Dinah M
Antonio
Ironic
 Jun 2014 Dinah M
Antonio
(inspired by cute crazy's "unfair")*

I
  loved
    you
      for
        who
          you­
            are...

and
  you
    threw
      me
        away
  ­        for
            who
                
                  *I­  wasn't
 Jun 2014 Dinah M
Schanzé
When you look at me
I'm not sure I understand what your eyes are trying to tell me.
But
Please don't stop looking at me
because I'm afraid I'll stop trying to understand.

When you stand so close to me
my knees turn to water.
But
Please come a little closer,
the distance between us
makes them weak anyway.

When you speak
the butterflies in my stomach flutter wildly and seek for an escape
But
Please don't stop speaking,
when you are silent
they grow stiff and turn grey.

Please
gaze at me a little longer,
stand a little closer,
& utter words of poetry
For my heart only beats and pumps without those things.
But
with them
It starts and it stops.
Beats and thuds and flutters.
Smiles and laughs and cries.

Breathes.
As always,
for 168.

— The End —