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 Apr 2015 j
Hayleigh
Open it gently.
 Apr 2015 j
Hayleigh
I wrote you a love letter today,

If you listen close enough
You'll hear the gentle drumming of my heart beat
Inside the envelope.

Don't drop it.
Open it gently.

Inside you will find
Chemical solutions, black
Ink on a page, a heavy handed mass
Of words, slotted carefully between each other,
Lines saturated in love.
Hand crafted works of art
An attempt to articulate and communicate
The fires you send swimming through
My veins, the tsunamis you send
Tripping of my tongue.

Scribbled confessions of just how much my body aches for your touch.

Don't drop it.
Open it gently.

It is yours.
It has always been yours.
I have always been yours.
 Apr 2015 j
annvelope
Dust of Time
 Apr 2015 j
annvelope
I have these ghosts haunting the corridors of my mind,
Leading the way through lingering thoughts of you,
I cannot seem to resent or spew hatred,
It's a battle creating a wider gap.
 Apr 2015 j
Emily Nemec
Teenagers
 Apr 2015 j
Emily Nemec
I'm a teenager. I get mad at my parents. I like to get into trouble. I'm obsessed with technology. I don't know how to sit down and have a conversation with another human. I don't know how to have feelings.

I'm a teenager. I like to do drugs. I want to go to jail. I want to mess my life up.

I'm a teenager. I'm supposed to be prefect. I have to be happy, get good grades, and be popular. I'm supposed to be the best, but I'm not.

I'm a teenager. I can't be good. I'm built into a hating machine.

I'm a teenager. I should be able to be what I want, love who I love, but I can't. I have to have permission to be human.

I'm a teenager.
I can sit and talk.
I can be happy.
I can love.
I can be human.

It's hard to be right when you're not the one saying what's wrong

I'm a human, but I'm only a teenager.
Because when your a teenager your almost not human.
 Apr 2015 j
NV
cloud suicide.
 Apr 2015 j
NV
i'm telling you.
the clouds were meant for the ground.
but they hung themselves.
 Mar 2015 j
Shi Em
collapse
 Mar 2015 j
Shi Em
i missed the times where we used to
just watch scary movies and laugh through out it all
instead of being scared;

where we spent late nights on phone calls
and text messages where we
talk about everything and nothing;

where we even notice the small things,
where I paint our moments with a pen and a paper
and you capture it with your camera;

where we can just be happy by doing nothing as long as
we were together;

but we get caught up in the moment of our fights
and misunderstandings;

we started to focus on our differences and
mistaken beginnings;

then just like that our fantasy

c  o  l  l  a  p  s  e  d

with you walking away,
leaving me behind with nothing;

while you walked away with everything.
 Mar 2015 j
Mel
Hope and Faith
 Mar 2015 j
Mel
Standing over the porcelain sink,
I find a girl I don’t recognize anymore
staring back at me.
Her eyes are sunken and lifeless.
Her smile has long faded
and her once lively complexion
pale from the lack of sunlight.
I can’t stand to look at my broken self.
Hope and faith are my most elaborate forms of self harm.
With every new hope, I die a little more inside,
because I know that in the end of it all.
My light for life is slowly dissipating as
I am always being brought back to my best friend,
disappointment.
Sometimes the best way to not be let down, is to not have any expectations.
 Mar 2015 j
curlygirl
Galaxy
 Mar 2015 j
curlygirl
If each star is a wish
then the heavens are
illuminated by dreams.
Each one is lovely,
dancing gracefully
in the sky until it
comes true.
Then it falls down
to earth,
back to the mind that
first created it,
to wait for rebirth.
The ones that don't
come true
continue their eternal dance,
giving hope to the one who
put it there,
reminding them to
*never stop reaching for
the stars.
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