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Let us dance he said, let us dance
Let us never miss an instant chance
For tomorrow we might lose our feet
And lose out taste for all things sweet

He did not ask, in a second we were off
His voice was strong and his hands were soft
And then the song sang a melody to my soul
And the earth began to swirl underneath my soles

What imprisoned my thoughts before he came along
Try as I could, all I could remember was the song
It spoke of a man's love for his boat
And I hummed along from note to note

I never knew I could dance that well
And why he chose me I can never tell
Let us dance he said, let us dance
Let us never miss an instant chance
She was a beautiful mess,
Yanking out her auburn hair in distress.
The agony had her heart aching,
Her frail structure shaking.

She was a beautiful mess,
Wishing she had never confessed.
Sure she was rough around the edges,
But she stayed faithful with her pledges.

She was a beautiful mess,
Telling herself she was worth less.
Her amber eyes were now puffy,
Her tomato red nose completely stuffy.

She was a beautiful mess,
But the truth was she had been confused nonetheless.
She knew she deserved better than him,
And determination surged into her with a whim.
Um... I guess this just flowed out of me. Been through a painful time as of lately, so might as well let loose with some badass poetry.
Last night I feel in love
and when I woke up
I was covered in you.
 Sep 2015 Kristin Kepner
Zaahr H
Let the moonlight shine upon me,
For I am its unusual child.
I do not fear the dark,
I do not fear the unknown wild.

Let the moonlight shine upon me,
For I am its unusual child.
The blood that flows in me is a faint silver,
The depths of the crates are  my solitary eyes.

When I look for Mother in the night above me,
I am numbed by a strangely easing sensation,
Only you can understand me,
Only you can understand the desolation.
I was in a very dark place,
I lived in a permanent sigh,
but I wanted to be in outer space.

I hated everyone of every race,
and I spent my days saying goodbye;
I was in a very dark place.

To my parents I was a disgrace,
they considered me much too wry,
but I wanted to be in outer space.

I was good at keeping a straight face.
My friends always wondered why.
I was in a very dark place.

Change came to help my case
in the summer, in mid-July,
but I wanted to be in outer space.

Nobody knew how to brace
themselves for my wanting to die.
I was in a very dark place,
but I wanted to be in outer space.
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