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Joy
Thank you for the love you give
I have my life but now I live
To show you something that is true
Beyond the two words of I do...
With our bodies we can touch
You will always be my mental crush
Through our lives we've felt the pain
Together we have eased our strain
Every path can be an aisle
To your heart to make you smile
Whatever it takes I will do
Overcome all obstacles to get to you
To feel your body by my side
Exposed to you I cannot hide
My words of passion I do deploy
To lift your spirit and bring you joy..
M.A.N 5-25-14
 Nov 2014 Freedom writer
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 Nov 2014 Freedom writer
cr
i swear to god i'm not
envious of her i just
want to break her precious
fingers when she touches him
i just want to sever the
thinned space between
them i just want to shove
her from his grasp i just
want my hands to stop shaking
when i see them together i
just want to see him stop
gazing at her with eyes
brighter than moonbeams.

i swear to god i'm not jealous.
i'm not jealous. i don't want him, but i guess i don't want anyone else to have him, either.
I started to settle in
my skin for the
first time as I began
to believe
that these bones
will one day
be a thing of the
past.

But like the dust
that has collected
on my hindered-hopes;
I will brush off
these worries
of a better life,
and use them
as my motivation
for tomorrow.
You're on my mind, hellopoetry.
 Nov 2014 Freedom writer
Swells
Or if the morning doesn't come
by the time you find home
I'll paint white doves by your feet
to take care of your bones,

so that if you can't open your eyes
by the time I come around
I'll lay in your grave, meet the gray ocean and
let you be

and then
maybe
you'll get to know peace,

and the wind will tell me it's okay for you to leave.
 Nov 2014 Freedom writer
Amy
9:20 PM
 Nov 2014 Freedom writer
Amy
I'm sitting here thinking about all of the productive things I could be doing at this time of night, instead of sitting here watching Netflix and writing poetry that you won't ever read. But then I remember that there's nothing productive that I'd want to do without you here.
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