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 Nov 2014 ghost dad
Ovid
Friend I'll never misrecollect
I wish I never met you

Now that it's just us two
Now that the good times have come to an end
I just want to say thanks
For being a good friend

I know that I'm a mess
I know at most times, I'm not at my best

You were my best companion
Now you're on your way to being a champion
You left me at the bottom where I've always been
Where I'll always stay
Now when we see each other, we just say "hey"

I can't forget the ******* memories
Then and now seems like two different realities
I know I've asked a million favors
Just don't forget about *me
 Nov 2014 ghost dad
rosine
Trust Me
 Nov 2014 ghost dad
rosine
You’re the boy who tucked razor blades beneath his tongue
But pointed blame when he tasted nothing but bitter metal
You’re the boy who tied his arms around his tin chest
Because he thought he could hide the missing pieces
Of the heart beating a broken rhythm on his sleeves
And you’re the boy who knocked me down and stole my naked trust
As if I couldn't see where you had carved my name
Into the curve of your smile
You held my hand long enough that your fingers were imprinted in my skin and my palm remembered the shape of yours and it was engraved in my body forever.
Belligerent soul
Please, what are you fighting for?
There’s nothing left here
 Nov 2014 ghost dad
Beth Taylor
it should be noted that girls don't always come from venus, that some boys might be a little deader than they were before they claimed you took their breath away.
some girls have barbed wire around their hearts, and others have white flags. some boys have touched more cigarettes than thighs, more blades in the bathroom sink than the ones in her shoulders. the city might whisper the name of one boy and tremble at the thought of another; a girl might  have a hit list with only one name on it — her own. some boys will **** just to say they lost their virginity and some boys will spend the rest of their lives making love as though they could gain it back; some girls have lost their tears and sweat in the upholstery of the same car that might belong to one of these boys — and some of those same boys are sweaty handprints on the backseat windows while others are fingerprints on your throat, but no matter how you look at it, he will always leave his mark, won't he?
it should be noted that some girls will miss you like hiroshima playgrounds miss the laughter of young children, but others will miss you like an 11:30 flight at 11:31, and i bet you never knew that some boys will never tell you that they miss their father just as much as some girls calling everyone else 'daddy' except for the one they truly need; you'd never believe me if i said that some girls look at the night sky where they used to see their reelection in the stars, but now only see another broken mirror.
it should be noted, that not all boys are from mars.
 Nov 2014 ghost dad
Ovid
Autumn
 Nov 2014 ghost dad
Ovid
I'm in awe every moment
I admire her every word and movement
It's impossible for me to ignore her

I think about her every minute
I have to suppress the thought of her just to get things done
She is my fire in the sky when I can't see the sun

I'm just so hateful
I want to hate her
but I can't find a single reason

What will become of thoughts like this
I just want to grab her wrist and show her hands are meant to be held

How can a person be like a season?
Like the leaves in fall
I can make her face turn red
Autumn is only person that makes my anger and hate  *decimate
Autumn isn't even real, she's a generic(fictional) representation of everything perfect and every imperfection you can adore in a single human being.
Maybe someday
I’ll write about somebody
Who loves me back
a 10 word peom
mother, why?
i know you carried me for 9 months
well a little less...
i was born early

but, why?
why do you act this way?
why do you treat me like this?
why?

i understand
i can definitely be aggravating
and annoying
and frustrating

but, why?
why do you do this?
why do you say that?
why dont you see it?

you act as if i was the worst thing
youve ever encountered
i look at you sometimes,
and i dont see my mother

but, why?
why dont i see my mother?
why dont you like me?
why dont you care?

i know that i dont do everything you ask
i know its hard nowadays
i know that you can get very mad
i know this

but, why?
why dont you hear me?
why dont you want to know about me?
why dont you just listen?

i know why
you have a lot on your plate
you have more important things to do
you have other people in your life

you choose to ignore me
unless you need something
you dont hear my cries for you
but, why?
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