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 Feb 2015 hushhush
Crucifix
mask
 Feb 2015 hushhush
Crucifix
Look at me. What do you see? A boy crying out for sanctuary? I morn only myself for the life I lead.
see I ware a mask to shelter the past. To keep thoughts away who do not plan to stay. It might be lonely it might be sad, but when I meet my reflection I know ill be glad. Where ever she is, where ever she may be, I know she wares a mask just like me. Together we will chase the bad guys away. Ill see her scars and she will see mine. Below our skin our hearts will align. I can't see her face yet but I know she's out there. The girl who carried my heart all my life. Through heartache and hatred and anger and strife.
And I will thank her for saving much more than my life.
The journey to love is often unkind to who follow. But every now and again you find someone worth the hardships along the road.
 Feb 2015 hushhush
SG Holter
It
 Feb 2015 hushhush
SG Holter
It
Nothing ever happens to me.
I happen to it.

I don't have regrets.
They have me.

I'm not in love.
I am it.
 Feb 2015 hushhush
Alexandra J
I'd rip out all the stars in the sky
and leave it bare,
just to write you the poem you deserve,
with their everlasting glow and my benighted hands.
Because the darkness
had never been banished so swiftly,
as when I saw you
and you saw me.
Please keep a song of me in your heart,
as I'll keep your smile and this moment,
as I'll think about it too often,
too long.

And wouldn't it be divine,
if we found each other
on a starless night?
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 Feb 2015 hushhush
Kripi
Together we embrace each other in the bed,
Rhythmic motion starts between us.

I touch the soft contours of your body,
Relishing its everlasting youth.

We soon get our rhythm intensified,
At the brink of a ****** till eternity it feels.**

We feel that rhythm divine

The smooth everlasting youth gives us a magical kiss

And the ****** thanks us for being together
Normal is Kripi and bold is Drona
Drona's link: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1095259/committed-collaboration/
 Feb 2015 hushhush
Chelsea Patton
Welcome to our society.
Where the teens are depressed,
And the students are stressed..
Where people will hate you,
For what you wear and your weight..
Where there's only *** no hugs,
And there is no candy just drugs..
Where we cut form an escape,
And the parents beat and ****...
Where laws forbid people of  being gay,
And everything is weary and grey...
So I hope you enjoy your visit with society,
Just try not to get depressed and anxiety..........
whats going through my mind at the momment
hope you guys like it
second poem
 Feb 2015 hushhush
elizabeth
I woke up
thinking about that time
we stifled our movements
to keep from being heard
by your friend in the next room

The sun on your back,
I tried to wrap my fingers
around rays of light
and run them down your rib cage

Our lips hit like bolts of lightning
followed by thundering smiles
and streams of hot air

Your hands held me
as I wiped the hair
from your forehead
and laughed into your ear

As you try to peel your body
away from mine
I summon you back
with the taste of my tongue
until you have ingrained it
into your memory
and can remove yourself
without unanswered questions
 Feb 2015 hushhush
Anna Mosca

what makes

the difference

between a word

and a scream

the curiosity

of seeing behind
past knowledge

to have the gaze

of who had never been

troubled by notions

foggy clouds
of opinions to be

carried away

swiftly over

the land disappearing

now light as dust
All these poems are from The California Notebook collection from www.annamosca.com
 Feb 2015 hushhush
Anna Mosca

not sure if it’s a song

my ear gathers or a

story gently murmured

out of the blue water

sailing between ridges

innumerable notes

I listen to these secret

codes I lightly stare

at the creases an

opening on the

improvising
All these poems are from The California Notebook collection from www.annamosca.com
I've been hiding for so long,
I've always been here.
Waiting for somebody to notice me.
I smile, I curve my lips,
But nobody gives me a second glance.

That real smile weeks ago has diminished to a fake,
A mask, I wear,
Concealing my true face.
They've pushed me to the sides,
As if I had never existed at all.

Since they didn't care for the real me,
This is who I've become,
A fragment of their nightmares.
That girl nobody cared for, she's crying,
The tears running down her face.

"nobody cares" "shut up"
They've all said to her.
Nobody gave her.... nobody gave ME...
A second glance.
I was a girl nobody cared for, the one swept underneath the bed.

Don't look under the bed at the girl with the hidden face,
Her face streaked with tears,
A broken and shattered heart.
She used to be real, but they turned her fake,
Nobody ever once cared.

But SHE looked.
That one girl... with the short dark brown hair,
Her eyes flicked with gold.
She looked under her bed, where the outcasts were sent,
And she actually saw me, instead of seeing past.

She had a smile that even a billion words could not capture,
She looked at me and said,
"Why hello there. I care about you."
And again the girl under the bed started to cry...
But this time it wasn't from sadness.
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