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  Nov 2014 Isabella
Charles Bukowski
I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty.

it was the first time I'd
realized
that.
  Nov 2014 Isabella
Walt Whitman
When I heard the learn’d astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.
  Nov 2014 Isabella
Spike Milligan
Said Hamlet to Ophelia,
'I'll do a sketch of thee,
What kind of pencil shall I use,
2B or not 2B?'
Isabella Nov 2014
you
I am so tired writing about you
I no longer want this pen
To form words to describe you anymore
I don't want to think about you
And how much you hurt me
How you hurt me
Even though you knew I loved you
I still do
And I wish I was over you already
For every breathe hurts
And every thought is still consumed by you
I don't want to write about you anymore
Isabella Nov 2014
I listened to my friends,
and took 3 shots
they said it would make me forget about you
but it seems while I'm still intoxicated
all I can think about is you
sober or not
it's always you
Isabella Nov 2014
If I could stay out here forever,
I would.
I would lie on the grass and look up at the stars,
Amazed by their beauty
And how they always keep the lonely company.

If I could stay out here forever,
I would.
The moon would stare back at me,
All in its glowing light,
Remaining silent forever.

If I could stay out here forever,
I would.
With you right by my side,
Everything would seem so much bigger and brighter.
But you burned out long ago,
And now I stare at the stars,
Wondering when you burned out and left,
For the stars keep always reminded me,
Being alone is not a bad thing.
Isabella Oct 2014
you can't tell me you love me and your greatest fear is loosing me
you can't tell me that you can't breathe right without me
you can't tell me that I'm beautiful
you can't tell me I'm the only one for you
you can't tell me that you feel lost without me
you can't tell me that when everything seems wrong, you look up at the stars to think of me
you can't tell me I'm beautiful like the sunrise and sunset
you can't tell me these things anymore
when you have finally decided to leave me for no reason
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