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 Jul 2016 kaycog
Corona Harris
You think you slick
It scares me that you know exactly what to say
When I'm broken and losing feelings
You know how to make me stay
You give me that temporary healing

You think you slick
Because you no longer hear my cry
you think that **** is cool
But I know you and every time you lie
I ain't always going to play your fool

You think you slick
You only want me when I don't want you
when somebody else got my eye
You feel the need to slide on through
I don't even know why I try

You think you slick
Because we just on the DL
So why should anybody know
Loving you just seems to be hell
Maybe it's best that I just go
 Jul 2016 kaycog
rootsbudsflowers
But nothing
Ever happened
With all of that
Desire.

It never came to light,
But it didn't sputter out.
It simply continued living.

Growing like a flower.
Spreading like a ****.

Lovely and beautiful
And absolutely pointless.
A bouquet of
Good-for-nothings.
A mental
Forget-me-not.
No matter where you go.
 Jul 2016 kaycog
cgembry
Stars burst and fell to Earth
I caught the droplets on my tongue
Felt them seep deep beneath my skin
Filling my veins with constellations
 Jul 2016 kaycog
river
retreat
 Jul 2016 kaycog
river
you held me by my wrists
you asked why i was shaking
my tongue was like lead
and my cheeks felt like lava

but i said,
i really love you.
and you said,
i really love you too.
and i said,
no, you don't understand

i want to hold your hand
 Jul 2016 kaycog
Innocent
Songbird
 Jul 2016 kaycog
Innocent
Baby songbird
Sadly unheard
Sprinkling  her tunes
Along the dunes

The flowers, the tress and the honeybees
Whisper to her in the breeze
 
Little songbird
Come share your love
Let it fly on the wings of a dove

Populate use with fragrant
colors  of joy
Purple, yellow, silver and gold
Nothing left inside but a single note to hold

Sing pretty bird sing
for all to behold
Not sure where it went
So reposting
 Jul 2016 kaycog
Cara May
Void
 Jul 2016 kaycog
Cara May
There's somehow a hole,
a void deep inside,
maybe it's fated,
maybe there's reasons.

We roam the road,
just ride,
some with purposes,
some just go along.

Some hurting,
some happy,
either way we're incomplete.

We crave  the other half,
looking for the missing pieces
of the puzzle,
to feel every spectrum,
of colors existed.

Maybe it's meant to be
that we're only half,
void inside,
because if we're whole,
we're not living.
Human nature
 Jul 2016 kaycog
Samm Marie
I only hate one thing
*But I love a lot
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