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 May 2015 Kyle Howard
Nikita
Ashamed
 May 2015 Kyle Howard
Nikita
Insecurity is looking into the mirror
And seeing a different person than everyone else sees.
 May 2015 Kyle Howard
Kayla
2 am
 May 2015 Kyle Howard
Kayla
Love is not rational. It doesn't politely knock on the door of your heart and ask sweetly if it can destroy you all at once.

Love does not take you by the hand and explain all the ways that it will ruin you when it leaves. Love is a powerful hurricane that makes you sit in it's direct path. And forces you to pick up all the shattered pieces by yourself.

Love is a suicide bomber that we invite with open arms with out question to live next to the most precious and sacred parts of us.

Love is the fear that keeps us chained to the basements of ourselves hidden away behind bullet proof glass only to find ourself filled with holes left by cannons

Love is that endless crusade we suit up for. Only to find ourselves completely  naked on the battle field. Bruised and covered in tears that all to clearly look like our own.
 May 2015 Kyle Howard
Kayla
Write poetry with me, and describe the constellations that plague your  tattered, broken  memory.
 May 2015 Kyle Howard
bcg poetry
And I’ll be here
using words to convince you,
you made the wrong choice,
because I have no other way
of winning you over.


-bcg (i’m still yours even though you were never mine)
 May 2015 Kyle Howard
bcg poetry
I never told my mother about you
I knew it would be ******* her
And even harder on me
So I just never told her

But sometimes I would feel sad
Because something reminded me of you
And I would get up and go to the bathroom
Because I couldn't cry in front of her

She has no idea the hurt I was in
She has no idea the pain I endured
She has no idea what I had so
She has no idea what I lost

But a song will come on
While we are riding in the car
And my eyes start tearing up
And I can't tell her why
And she feels so bad she starts to cry

I've given so many excuses
Allergies, the wind, an eyelash
And even though she doesn't believe me she doesn't pressure
Because she understands the truth must be too painful for her ears
{bcg}
 May 2015 Kyle Howard
Unity Drain
I must admit that I've done you wrong
I beat you down so you'd believe I was strong
Still, I'm hoping you forgive me
I know that you don't trust me
But please believe me
I'm working out my problems
It takes two of us to solve them
& I know that you've been working hard
Gripping shards of broken trust
Lusting after days you never thought were coming
And the running of my mouth is inexcusable
You've got used to it
I'm sorry that I don't take things seriously
And that I take things too seriously
And that I'm seriously a lot to handle
Please forgive me
 May 2015 Kyle Howard
Unity Drain
Remember that only half the fault is mine
No, it does not justify
My actions, but your reactions
Are completely dependent on you
Choose to be
Angry
Disappointed
Confused
Frustrated
All are fine
But please remember
Only half the fault is mine
 May 2015 Kyle Howard
Unity Drain
I am not a presenter
Wheeze coughing
I'm the
The center
Of a hurricane
On stage
Sitting standing hating every second
Can't stop
Shaking
I'm stressing
That u might ask me any questions
When did words
Feel started feeling like knives pressing
Against my Adam's apple
Glass is empty not half full
Of concentrated juice
What's the use
In speaking
If I can't get through to you
I'm not a presenter
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