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oh where feeling a good as lovers can
its the end of the world again
dancing through the streets of your bedroom floor,
carving it up like knives through steak
and im looking at you with those hungry eyes all the same,
ill take you back, smile at the moon like wolves on the hunt
I think ill take a punt, carve a football from your heart and try score
the conversion, between the bars of your rib cage,
connect your organs like Frankenstein  in a game of operation
ill take your humor too seriously ,and giggle in my own misconception
sweet jesus im unholy ,
well, my jeans are holey,
so are my pockets
so dance with me little lioness
eye me up like a meal and ill lick my lips Like the lover you want
and ill grin like the lover you need
and ill swing like the dancer you plead for
so grin my sweet,
its 9 in the afternoon,
and we have so much more to do
As the moon grew full
so did the sorrow in her mind,
the night she picked up the knife
instead of the pen
For the drops on the floor were more poetically true of
her innerself than her open ended words on that paper
could ever be...
In the early mornings,
when I cannot find the motivation
to get out of bed,
I look at the books
that I have not yet read.
A wave of guilt washes of me.
I turn to look at the unfinished drawings
and the pencils that are still sharpened.
A wave of guilt whispers to me.
I roll over and see the empty words
of stories, with the characters unpublished.
A wave of guilt drowns me.
It seems these days, I am nothing but
Guilty.
No one seems to understand that sometimes its better
to  sit at home and rest your mind then it is to fight
the army of teachers and students at the gates,
because all of that trampling and noise have my ears beating
like Kick drums,
I feel like a dog, because there is this high pitched ringing no one else
seems to hear
and the contents of my cranium are swilling about like coffee dregs and just like dregs, I'm all out of juice,
if you find me in the corner of some dark room don't be surprised,
don't be worried if I'm their without my mind,
Ive sold it for a blanket,
In the hopes that i might finally be warm enough to sleep
Why the hell can't you show me,
That I mean something to you?
The only time you tell me you love me,
Is when we're *******.
You only want to come get me late at night,
As if you're ashamed of being seen with me.
I just don't understand.
You're supposed to be a man,
Yet you do such childish things.
Why can't you just break my heart and get it over with?
Instead, you sit and torture me.
Calling me and talking to me one moment,
Ignoring me the next.
Why the hell can't you tell me anything?
You tell me you care about me,
But actions speak louder than words.
Often, I sit alone and wonder why I can't bring myself,
To end such a toxic thing.
But when you come to mind,
I can see only the good.
When we cuddle, when you grab my hand,
Those summer days, and summer nights
We spent doing whatever we wanted to do.
Now it's just bitterness and silence.
My mother always told me,
"Baby you're far too nice to this boy, why do you let him treat you this awful? You deserve better."
It took me this long,
But she was right.
You aren't ****,
And no longer will you control me.
a good ole' vent. why are most boys so dumb?
such an eccentric pair
I hear they write poetry for eachother?
oh they do?
yeh they do,
how strange,
a couple to be showing love and affection
they should hide it like the rest of us...
how rude of them to show how much they love each-other,
how unfair to say how much they care,
they stand tall when odds are against them what an unlikely
couple to be,
how strange that their personality line up
like dominoes falling in order
it seems every time they knock one porcelain plate over they find another to shatter, Christ their braking the mold
what a Lachrymose situation we must help!
quick! force our opinions onto the young pair
for surely they know not how to act, and for surely they know not
how to be themselves, its not like they've crawled over miles of broken glass
no, they mustn't have i don't see any scars, although
one wears more make up then the other
but one smiles wider
one holds tighter
but one kisses deeper
one fights with fire
the other with ice
how odd that broken peices of the same heart, should slip back together so easily,
how strange my dear
Maybe if I wasn't so timid I'd have your hand.
Maybe If I was brave enough to crawl from  this front line trench I've dug  and cross the no mans land to your house I'd have your heart.
And maybe if I destroyed him in 10th grade like I thought I would he wouldn't be here to fight
And maybe if  I knew how to read you I might know how to respond... But I don't.
Im winging it like those 12 foot angels wings only I seem to see. And I know you don't.
But I've seen you carry the weight on your back like lead bars stuffed in your coffin. but sweet heart.
I love you
I truly do and although all I seem to do is second guess my ambition like alexander-the-not-so-great. I want to conquer your mind and your body like the romans who came after him.
So I'm sorry I'm not strait foreward.. And the path to my mind goes through my heart and the guide I suppliedkeeps stopping to rest.
But I'll say it.
Don't go
Don't go back.
Please stay. Stay right here with me. On the wrong side of enemy lines.
Sharing the wrong drink with the wrong man
Please stay.
One more sunset where I can call you mine...
Your all I want any more.
And maybe if you stay for 5 more minutes
Maybe you'll truely trip and fall
But I'll be here to catch you
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