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 Oct 2014 eleanør
Jacob
Untitled
 Oct 2014 eleanør
Jacob
because i liked the way my fingers played with yours
yeah i liked the way you make me feel at home.
The Oppression of my people
can not be summed up in one word

A word that flies
Flies like a hummingbird

He eats soup
As I cry

he prays
As I sigh

You Do not KNOW ME
You only know my struggle

How Dare You come to me?
In your time of Need.

You need a fixin?
God Bless Juan Dixon.
SLAM poetry.
 Oct 2014 eleanør
Beatriz
Over
 Oct 2014 eleanør
Beatriz
I saw it coming.
I knew it was only a matter of time.
True colors caught off guard
Didn't trust my intuition
8 months later
If intuition had a face, it
would currently be giving me the
'I told you so' look.

So much time
effort
emotions
were wasted.
At least I found out myself
Confirmed beyond shadow
of doubt.
Enough groping in the dark

In the words of Plath...
I would say go to hell,
But I never want
to see you
again.
 Oct 2014 eleanør
E Sanders
I invited you for a cup of tea and
You never walked by the window.
Maybe you knocked on the wrong door?
Maybe you stopped to smell the roses.
So I put the mugs outside my house and
You still didn't walk by my house.
Maybe I gave you the wrong address?
Maybe I should have planted some roses.
Then I drank my tea without you and
Smiled at everyone that walked by.
Maybe they had seen you walk by?
Maybe they had planted their roses.
I walked to the roses with your mug and
I couldn't see a glimpse of you.
Maybe we both should admire the roses?
Maybe I need to plant some daisies.
 Oct 2014 eleanør
Madouc
Time
 Oct 2014 eleanør
Madouc
Seconds on a watch

Minutes of a show

Time can pass so very fast

And sometimes very slow



Morning to midday,

Afternoon to night

Time is passing always

And never seems quite right.



We sit and think and wonder,

As the hours trundle past,

About all the people

And how moments never last.
 Oct 2014 eleanør
Joshua Haines
I'm in love with someone's daughter
living in the shards of a broken home
Cutting herself on two year-old letters
These are moments she can't fake;
reasons to feel alone
So used to abuse, her tears start to shake
I hold her close as her head starts to ache
"I love you too much,
so I can't let your heart break."
She said, "I know you love me,
but you've made a mistake."

I never meant for anyone to be my pulse.
I promise not to step on your feet
if you teach me how to waltz.
i’m


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