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 Mar 2013 J P
Maria Cordero
1.
What a summer
Such a dream
You’re getting married
And then she is staying until the trees wilt away

2.
Don’t you know
It’s just a present
I’m leaving for good
3000 miles away I’ll stand
But I’ll still love you
Please understand

3.
It’s hard here
It’s rough here
I have not felt much love here in such a long time
The nightmares leave me scared

4.
One time we left
No one knew
Grain creeping between my toes
Salt sniffing my nose
I couldn’t ask for a more beautiful day
Happiness is in the moments, they say

5.
I’ve had far more moments here than there
I can’t seem to remember much from before
It’s blurry and slurry
Like that night in that house
Where he crept in like a mouse

6.
You’ll be happy in this life
I’m not worried
Have faith in my actions
I know what I want
I know what I need
I just wish I knew what I was doing
I wish I knew where I am going.
Do you ever feel like dying?
Not sinfully, I swear.
No suicide involved in this,
but life you cannot bear.
Do you ever feel like letting go?
Traveling to God.
Just leaving everything behind,
though nothing's even wrong.
My mom calls me an old soul,
I see through different eyes.
Sometimes I just feel tired,
and think that I must die.
For how will I get through every trivial day?
When I've been here before,
and everything's the same.
Don't get me wrong,
I have so many moments that I love.
I have a best friend,
could I watch her from above?
It's not that I'm sad,
that I'm depressed or anything.
Sometimes I just want to go home.
I want to get my wings.
Sometimes I have a feeling,
that maybe I'll die young.
But don't be sad if I'm gone when my life has just begun.
It's not like this is my first time,
I've been here before.
I'll stay here for a little while,
but prepare for me to soar.
 Mar 2013 J P
Emily Crennen
A broken ladder is all I seem to be
worthless
once used to achieve great things
to climb to great heights

What am I now?

Ah,
a broken ladder
I'm missing rungs but don't seem to care
I'm scratched
creaky
old.

People used to fight to climb me
they fought to get the "good" ladder
now I sit alone in the corner
waiting for a moment
waiting for someone to need me
but in the end
I am not needed

They found another ladder.
Now I shall be thrown away
or have I been already?
Because I know what you do
when the tide is yours to honor
and how my heart cries for that
which is not my own.
I breathe in your existence
while a noose squeezes harder
around all your touch has ever held
and gently known.
Copyright @2013 - Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
 Mar 2013 J P
JM
I crack myself up
 Mar 2013 J P
JM
I put the "fun" in dysfunctional, the "hot" in psychotic.
I seriously ******* hate ten word "poems." I don't consider them poems, but then again, I don't consider anything I write to be poetry.
 Mar 2013 J P
Olga Valerevna
one that burns too fast
  one that burns to last
I can't seem to stay warm.
 Mar 2013 J P
Olga Valerevna
Came a night without a moon, the stars were hidden too
So I began to search for light I thought I'd find in you
Follow me and trust my steps, you whispered in my ear
And soon your breathy voice became the only one I'd hear
Closer came your flesh to mine, inside your chest I hid
Away from comprehension and from all of what I did
My thoughts had run to marry yours, to make our union known
But I could not commit myself and nothing could be shown
So there I was, a part of you, malignancy within
And yet you seemed to treat me like your body's only skin
I'd stretch and clothe your heavy bones, enhance your sense of touch
To feel the burns you'd give to me if I had asked too much
And so the days would pass along, I waited just to die
For then you'd have to carve me out, remove me from your mind
And gentleness need not apply for it has long been lost
So use your mouth and finish this, I finally accost
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