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KM Mar 2013
I remember the windy day after church
We were waiting outside a resturant
For our parents to arrive.

I remember the way you held me
You kissed my lips, against a wall
Your mom was so ******.
I didn't care
I was in pure bliss.

I remember the day we were home alone
We were waiting in the living room
For my parents to come home

I remember the way you held me
You kissed me and, I kissed back
They would have been so ******.
I didn't care
I was in pure bliss.

I remember the Sunday in January
We were waiting so hungrily
For my parents to finish talking.

I remember the way she looked at us
She thought we were already married
Nothing that day would make us ******.
We were in pure bliss.

I remember that warm night in August
We kept being torn apart
For I was new and you were not.

I remember when we finally hung out
And when we spoke words so heartfelt
Nothing again would make us ******.
We are in pure bliss.

I remember sitting on a park bench
It was dark but I felt bright.
I remember the way you kissed me
It was imperfect but so flawless and from the heart.

I remember the taste of your lips when we pulled away and smiled under the street light. I remember after sharing out first kiss we shared a cigarette, and then we shared our hearts in a subtle secret way. You've tainted my life and all my memories are filled with you.
For Nicolas
KM Mar 2013
Letting your thoughts flow free
Your spirit is so kind,
I never thought my man to be
Would have such a similar mind.

I simply cannot fathom
The way you understand,
Why don’t we open an asylum
Where our world is never bland.

You delightfully inspire my soul
With the way you hold my hand,
My heart you quickly stole
And nothing has ever been so grand.

I never thought I'd be this cutesy
But they say that love is blind,
I'll always be your little gypsy
Our souls forever entwined.
March 25th 2013, one of my many poems for a friend
KM Mar 2013
We await in desperate silence for those to love us, that we first loved. Waiting for what we hope will be, what could be, and all that we've desired our entire lives. Compassion. Adoration. Comfort. Love.

She’s feeling your pressure
To get attention
In all the wrong places,
Don’t you see her?
She knows you’ll stop her
From making the wrong decision
One of the reasons she loves you,
Won't you stop her?
Stop her.
Save her.
Hold her.
Love her.
She’s getting attention
In all the wrong places.
I was just ranting one day.. For all the young women I know, and don't know, that are searching for love but getting burnt instead. Rather rough-draft-ish
KM Mar 2013
The clouds so light,
                            So fluffy
                                    So bright
There is no wrong
Nor is there a right.
                            So delicate
                                    So clean
Hues of blue
Accompanied by earths green.
                            They change
                                    They drift
Colors in shades
Colors that shift.
                            So slow
                                   So fast
Soon they must leave
This beautiful past.
A simple poem I wrote a few years back on a road trip while staring at the sky
KM Mar 2013
Little girl with the miss-matched socks
Who are you to think you make a difference
In someones life so they'd go that far
To end it all is a big commitment
You think you make that difference?

Little boy in the too-short jeans
She didn't mean to break you
Thought that's the way it seems
To end it all is a big commitment
You think you can handle that difference?

Best friends in the whole wide world
She said she saw him first though
A taken boy but for his attention you twirled
To end it all is a big commitment
You thought he was worth this difference?

Best guy to ever walk the earth
Who are you to feel so shattered
She left but you're allowed to feel tattered
To end all is a big commitment
You think she won't hate this difference?
My most recent writing, save one being worked on this moment.

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