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 Feb 2016 K603
Gabriel Roa
1) read me a poem

2) sing me a Radiohead song

3) talk to me about that time you ate that pizza by your own and how funny it was to see other people's reaction

4) hug me

5) tell me everything's gonna pass and everything's gonna be alright

6) play with me

7) take me out to play guitar and jam with weird and gilly and the spiders from mars

8) make me see the moon

9) help me breathing

10) tell me to make a list of things that make me feel better

11) talk to me with your bare voice

12) show me that photo of us that you loved so much you couldn't stop staring at

13) love me

14) be with me at my darkest

15) help me sleep without nightmares

16) let me see your eyes

17) show me your disc/book collection

18) talk to me about your mommy

19) play hide and seek with me

20) make me a list of the foods you don't like

21) read my bad sad depressing poetry

22) acaríciame la nuca y perdóname por no saber cómo se dice en inglés

23) remember with me those moments you really liked

24) be patient

25) be careful, but not that much careful

26) excuse my ocd about space and counting your inner stars

27) arrópame y discúlpame de nuevo por ser tan ignorante con el inglés

28) wait for me

29) say hi!, literally hi!

30) be happy,

and I'll try to be happy with you.
/spanish lines because I don't really know why/
 Feb 2016 K603
Helen
burn
 Feb 2016 K603
Helen
I sat there, burning
I was the Fire to your Ice
Even in my yearning
You never looked at me twice

So now I'm out of control
Scorching a path to Damnation
Recklessly down the road
to your soul
You can't even see your own Salvation
flicker to inferno
*snap*
 Feb 2016 K603
r
Bars
 Feb 2016 K603
r
I've only got one bar
on my phone and there's only
one more between here and home.
Ten dollars in my pocket may as well
be a thousand. Like a penny
in the fusebox, I could make it last
until the lights go out. There's a cowboy
band playing. A wooden Indian
by the door. I don't think he listens
to their stories anymore. He's quiet
on the subject. He's quite an object
of curiosity. Instead of two-stepping
all night long, maybe I should take
that Indian home. Use the last bar
to call Coleen. Tell her to put a ***
of cowboy coffee on. We'll tell stories
of our own. Sing songs in the old way
about better days when we were young.
 Feb 2016 K603
Kenna Marie
truth be told,
I am not that bold.
It is a jab into my eye,
a reality full of lies that my mom blames this distress.
Hold on, I can't tell black from white. Might as well be blind, I can predict even the scenic route that people doubt. My whereabouts are no longer in a crowd, standing with witnesses is unhealthy for me.
I want privacy, isn't being alone key anyways? Who is to care
if I write "Beware" or just  stare. In the end, there is this sentence left to bare. Always interpreting the language I so rarely speak. Energy may flow for others, but I am not a plug one can spark by lousy remarks.
 Feb 2016 K603
Stef Baptista
5
 Feb 2016 K603
Stef Baptista
5
he was a storm.
he came rolling in at unexpected times
he made my skies dark and drenched me in my own tears
he caused a commotion inside my mind and then he would disappear
like nothing had ever happened.
he caused destruction of my mental state and I wondered why for God's sake
he ruined everything in his path and didn't even bother to stick around and see the aftermath
he put out the fire inside my heart
he left me in the dark
like nothing had ever happened.
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