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The curtains gently blow
To reveal a face behind them
Though if it is yours or not
You can not be certain


You also notice a light
Behind the obscure face
Though its souce and distance
Remain a mystery


The cutain continues its flow
Following the current of the wind
Strange notes ring softly
Somewhere beyond the window


Looking out the window once more
You see that the face is gone
And the light has changed form
Though in what way is uncertain


The notes continue playing
Beginning now to form
A simple yet harrowing melody
As the dark curtains flutter


After a moment the breeze stops
And the curtains sit still
Your attentiom drawn from them
You notice the figure in the room


In the corner of the room
Sits a black mass of shadow
Its exact shape or form
Too vauge to determine


The only thing you could notice
Was the face among the shadow
It was the same one you had seen
Outside the open window


The curtains shifted in the wind again
Revealing the outside once more
But the light was now gone
Replaced by a engulfing darkness


Down the hall
A light bulb flickered on
Dimly revealing that black mass
And the face that sat among it


And then it too went out
And after it did no light
Returned to the room
Or to your eyes ever again


And then you woke up
As the curtains gently fluttered
In the late evening breeze
 Apr 2016 Hurble B Burble
ink
what do you want?!
What Do YOU WANT??
Can you not see I'm busy?!
Can you not see I dont want you?!

(can you not see im in pain)
i havent uploaded in over a year
I want to drown
in a pool of love.
I want the smell of perfume to fill my lungs,
and the sweet feeling of affection
to rush between every cell of my body.
I want to be held
I want to be kissed
I want to be cradled
as if I was the only one,
and nothing matters.
I want the touch of her
to make me feel safe.
I want my girlfriend to be  decided.
To know what she wants,
and to know that she wants me
and only me
is it too much to ask?
Or am I just dreaming too much again?
With a little bit of bleach and a rounded xss
they think they can be Marilyn Monroe
but never strive high enough to **** a JFK,
instead they're down on their knees for a Trump
refreshing their Instagram.
I cant imagine life without you.
I dream of us
not ***,
not swallowing each other,
No,
I look forward to seeing you
every day
I .

I dream about us on a regular day.
It may seem strange.
I dream of when we come home to each other.
I just want to tell you
I love you
I can't say it enough.
I love you.
I hope you know,
I count the hours till I see you again.
sweetheart
You mean everything to me.
Now all i have to do is take the step,
and ask you out.
Will you say
*yes
Who the **** are you
I can't stand your arragonce
You act like such a fool
I want to punch you
I want to ******* hurt you
I want you to feel the way I do
But no, you are out on the street
Spreading lies like you always do
Why don't you ******* drop dead
Confidence is not thinking
"I know they will like me."
Confidence is knowing
"I'll be fine even if they don't."
I can't quite take full credit;
this is a paraphrased piece of advice a past guitar teacher gave me.
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