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 Feb 2015 Dinah M
Dhaye Margaux
There is one thing you must decide-
Do not deny what you now feel
Delay your plans, forget your pride
Don’t push with doubt, just show what’s real
On love’s debut, you cannot hide.
For Take 5 Challenge: Using words decide, deny, delay, doubt, and debut in 5 lines
 Feb 2015 Dinah M
RH
AB //STAIN// ED
 Feb 2015 Dinah M
RH
His lips are clean
Of coffee breath
And cigarettes

His hands are clean
From holding hands
And one night stands.

His shoes are clean
Of ***** stains
From liquor chains.

Yet his tongue,
Indulged in lies
Promises turned into goodbyes.

His mind is a clutter
His lips have uttered
Names of girls who do not matter.
AB //STAIN// ED. Get it? No matter how clean the boy in the poem may appear to be, he still has something that stains him. I don't know. It's 12;30AM, I need sleep.
 Feb 2015 Dinah M
Eve
You're
 Feb 2015 Dinah M
Eve
You're* the shell I once kept safe
Now carefully shoved away

You're the song I once loved
Now deleted for it caused boredom

You're the book I once read over and over and over
Now easily packed on the shelf

You're the food I once stored to eat
Now decomposed in the trash long gone to the heap

You're the flower I once nurtured
Now dying without a drought

You're the candle I've always kept lit
Now the flames put out.

You were the one always on my mind
Yet after so much, still on my mind.

-fir.m
till this day you remain
 Feb 2015 Dinah M
Jessica Martin
Listening to the night angels in the sky,
Porcelain as every joy from the universe,
Flowers of eternity always surrounding them.
Time heal broken hearts,
By vast velvet magic of yesterday's  young.
She explores life's poison,
Sad father did worry and never smiled.
Lingering peace go after daughter,
And wake her from decay.
When I was born
What did I know
Nothing
What did I remember
Nothing
Did I cry a lot
Don't know
Did I fill things
Don't know
What did I know
Nothing
When I am dead
What will I know
Nothing.
Things hit my mind with a thump
 Feb 2015 Dinah M
Chaos
Maybe I got too used to you
The way you laugh and smile
Maybe I got too used to your voice
The way you whisper in my ear
Maybe I got too used to how you breathe
The steady rise and fall of your chest
Maybe I got too used to your hands
The way they cradle my smaller ones
Maybe I got too used to your heart
The scars and all the secrets it holds
Maybe I just go too used to you
And that's why we fell apart
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