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He circles his prey with wings, spread, hands touching the sky
A focused look,a hunters eye
He plummets, dives, to catch an unsuspecting prey
a minimalist poem about a hawk, my first poem
This poem *****
I know its true
I'm obviously bored
I dunno what to do
So from one bored person to another
(that would be you)
Lets find something less suckish to do
Have you ever felt like,
you don't know what is going on anymore.
Like you don't care,
about anything anymore.
You've lost motivation,
to do anything.
Your mind is set on to many things,
that you are confused,
about your feelings,
and you can't explain how you feel either.
The feeling of emptiness,
and feeling like barley anyone is there for you.
Feeling that no one understands,
you anymore.
And it seems like,
there is nothing,
to look forward to anymore..
All I hear is,
I know
If you know,
Then why not get me help,
Why not care?
Why not talk to me,
Why not hold me,
Why not let me cry,
Why not tell me,
Its okay,
Why not help me?
Because you don't know?
And you rather say you do then to deal with me?
Well maybe just maybe if you would of cared for me,
I wouldn't have all the problems I have,
Maybe just maybe I would be you child,
That has straight A's,
Never gets in trouble,
Not a lesbian,
Don't cut,
A ******,
Never get sent off,
Never in the back of a cop car,
Just maybe?
Did you ever think about that?
Maybe I have these problems because of you!
Huh?
You always tell me I look so sad,
Smile,
Be happy,
I don't feel like taking you to get medicine
Well  I would smile,
I wouldn't look so sad all the time,
If I didn't have depression,
If I didn't feel so worthless.
Step up to your plate.
Everyone stop saying  I know
Unless you are going to help me and get me outta this hell.
Because it hurts more.
*******.
Didn't you know you would brake me sooner or later? *******!
my tears
fall down
like
raindrops
yet you're
dancing
in the rain
~~♥~~

I used to think men
should be more like books
Both you cannot
judge by looks...

If I didn't want to finish reading
I put it down... no heart was bleeding

A book will never fuss or fight
It will stay with you
through the night...

It doesn't smoke. It doesn't drink.
It won't leave toothpaste
in the sink!

It doesn't binge... it don't eat...
It won't leave up the toilet seat!

It don't forget. It doesn't mope.
It won't hog the TV remote!

It doesn't have to have
The last say...
It doesn't have legs

to walk away.

But it's not soft. It isn't warm.
It doesn't keep you
safe from harm.

Even though it makes no fuss
It can't think. It can't discuss.

Even though it has its charms
it can't hold you in its arms.

It doesn't pine. It doesn't miss.
It can't hug and it can't kiss.

So now I think on it again...
... I think BOOKS should be
             more like MEN!!!



SoulSurvivor
2/20/2015
~~♥~~
But darling,
He feels lust and calls it love
Plants a tree and calls it an orchard
Breaks a heart and calls it art
Swears that he will stay
and calls it the truth...
When he leaves you,
Tsunamis of tears will crash over your body
Simultaneously streaming from your soul
in waves even greater than his ego...
He could never have truly loved you, darling...
*Not in the way that I do.
i
instead of a hearty declaration of love
i simply whispered, ‘oh, ****’

and you realised you’d never be rid of me
and now i sleep with a faint smile on my lips
and love bites tracing my hips
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