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i’m cold and I want to cry.
I know you’re on my side, but I want you by my side.
I think when you kiss me you can taste the "I'm sorry" on my lips.


That must get annoying.
Too many thoughts
Are living in my mind
Competing for a spot
In the light
I can't do it all
I don't remember his name
But I guess that I
Might love him anyways
I fall so easy
And so **** hard
When I land
I'll be bruised
Maybe he'll leave a scar
That I can trace
A physical memory
That I can't erase
Not that I'd choose
To forget about you
Anyways
Death and.
I'm not satisfied with you.

Hell, I don't even like you.

I've put my time into you,

My tears into you,

Even my confidence into you.

And still you fail me.
And still you disappoint me.

I've drafted my work and practiced my craft.
I've read from the greats, and still I'm not content.

Do I need to include a ******* metaphor for me to like this?
Maybe give it an overtone of gloom and despair?

My poetry is a name on an old tombstone.
Unread and dead.
My pen is in the hands of an "Artist,"
Who's words will never be said.


I'm not satisfied with you.

Hell, I don't even like you.

But so long as I have a pen In my hand,

Ill try to get a little better.
i don't like my poems.
Let me get this STRAIGHT.
Hold on, I'm gonna run this BI you.
I wanna see how this PANs out, ok?
LES just see how this goes.
I need you to TRANSfer those papers.
Come on, I bet you ACEd the test!
It's late and I'm delusional and my sleep deprived brain thinks I'm funny. Shhhh, don't tell me I'm wrong.
THIS IS WHAT CAFFEINE DOES!!!
I'm a proud panromantic potato btw.
Meh
I'm not tired
But my eyes are sore
That's bad right?
Oh well
I probably need to sleep before the sun comes up...
I'm 100% Fangirl mode right now
I'm not even gonna lie.
They're just both so... so...
******* CUTE AGH I'M DYING!!
I CAN'T HELP IT THEY'RE BOTH AMAZING AND CUTE AND OMFG I LOVE THEM SO MUCH AHHHHHH *visible shaking*
Softly set
Like the summer sun
Blinded
By your lights
That you're
Shining on me
So crush me
Under your tongue
Drink me down
The taste of summer
Berries
Don't like it. Anyways, meeting up with a friend today.
I kept track of his body
The heaviness of it on mine
Pressure points I could reach in time
Exposed skin, the flesh nearest my teeth
His neck, the stomach I could knee
Veins on his arms to rip out like strawberry laces

Yes, I expected an attack
I mobilised my arms, the power in my legs
Ordered adrenaline in bulk,
Lay back with awareness, armour
In the shape of readiness - an urge to fight back
When, not if, playing behind my eyelids
Conjured up all the cavalry I had inside of me
As he kissed me slow and called me an angel

I know what you're thinking

I left myself too open
I should have been holding a knife behind his shoulder
What sort of soldier relies on her fists alone?
But he withdrew his troops at the first stone I threw
And that was when I knew he was a bigger issue

I practiced shooting him from a distance
Until I had to go back home.
I'm not with them when I'm with them
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