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 Oct 2014 Moll
Shin
King
 Oct 2014 Moll
Shin
I am King.
I speak good.
I see lot.
I see girl.
She so cute.
She look good.
I kiss her.
She cry loud.
That no good.
I cry too.
Make it good.
She look up.
Sees my tear.
Kiss me too.
She is good.
"I love you"
I am King.
I am good.
 Oct 2014 Moll
Curtis
Mildy unpredictable
Fully unstoppable

Beautiful
Nurturing
Comforting

Destructive
Cold
Dep­ressing

Nothing but cyclic
And anothers perspective
 Oct 2014 Moll
netanya janel
slumber
 Oct 2014 Moll
netanya janel
It's 5:36pm.

Sunlight still peers through the curtains
And the soft glow against four identical lilac walls
Lulls me to sleep.
 Oct 2014 Moll
fdg
this is important
 Oct 2014 Moll
fdg
SOMETIMES I JUST CURL INTO A BALL
AND PRETEND THAT I AM TALKING WITH YOU
BECAUSE I NEVER GET THE RIGHT WORDS OUT IN PERSON
SO MAYBE GOING CRAZY AND SAYING SWEET WORDS INTO THIN AIR
WILL BALANCE OUT MY REGRET
OF NEVER TELLING YOU
HOW GREAT YOU ARE
 Oct 2014 Moll
AFJ
Autumn.
 Oct 2014 Moll
AFJ
Autumn, dont fall,
You've been holding on since spring.
Why when you change colors do the birds cease to sing.?
Why when you change colors does the breeze tend to sting.?
& knowingly, its gray days and dark nights that you bring..

Why does the fall exist?
Reminding us of bliss?

How the leaves turn to rainbows, and women cover their hips,
Leaving us with that mystery,
That, i wanna learn your history,
That, i wanna dissect your pain and microscope your misery,

just to see you clearly,

Autumn was her name.
but we fell apart, fell like a sandcastle in the rain..
but that sandbox taught me about life in a sense..
every fallen leaf is a loss of innocence.

So i spend my days raking,
& my labor comes with pride,

But by the time I'm done, the leaves turn green, the fall is in my mind.

-AFJ
 Oct 2014 Moll
Amanda
Virginity
 Oct 2014 Moll
Amanda
There is nothing as free and passionate as your first time
Nothing as innocent
The nervous giggles
The panicked breathing
Touching someone's body
Just to learn every bump and crater
on the surface of their warm skin
The rush of pain
The desperate moans
Nothing as intimate as your first time.
 Oct 2014 Moll
Life's a Beach
Feverish hands fluttered like skittish birds
Nervous eyes danced like a swan's last song
and the promise of tomorrow was left on my lips
like a sticky note.
Friend had a first date yesterday, his nervous optimism about a second prompted this.
 Oct 2014 Moll
Life's a Beach
Exams.
 Oct 2014 Moll
Life's a Beach
I want to sleep and
not feel guilty.
I want to laugh and
not feel wasteful.
I want to cry and
not feel self-indulgent.

I want to feel happy outside the
metal bars of work, without
constantly obsessing about the
tasks that I shirk.

I want a lot of things,
but they're going to have to wait,
until my last
exam deadline date.
Next person who says A-Levels are easy now gets punched.

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