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She hugs me tightly to herself
I feel all resolve ebb away from me
What with being encumbered from all sides with cold
And she offering the only surety of warmth
I sink deeper and deeper into
Her warm fold indefinitely.
Waking up on cold mornings is a war that's seldom won.
 May 2017 Lauren Ehrler
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Throw hate at me
Fire trapped inside my lungs
I can't breathe

Tell me that you're angry
And that you never want to be with me
I can't breathe

You never call me baby
Even when you're with me
just Save me
because i cant be this brave
If mellifluous be her
Voice I wonder what
Her two hands be made out of.
"hand" haiku  #npmhands
It's only spying
If it's for a cause; Elsewise
It's just called stalking
i wanted to write a poem
about your curls
and how they made my heart
beat like a drum played by a five-year old
who had chocolate cake for lunch
how my fingers were fighting each other
and fighting the urge
to tangle with yours and
make their way to that
chocolate colored head of yours
and get tangled in it too
and i wanted to write a poem
of how much i wanted to be like Cinderella
and leave something behind
with the hopes that you’d call me back
something like a notebook or my
polka-dotted waterbottle
but i guess the only thing i left
was a tiny little part of my heart
on the backseat of your car
And so death comes,
with crimson tides,
with cold harsh steel,
and graceful strides,
with burning pain,
and sweet release,
but at least this feeling,
will come to cease.
 Apr 2017 Lauren Ehrler
Tay
Go
 Apr 2017 Lauren Ehrler
Tay
Go
Go go
Before there isn't any time
Left go accelerate
Don't stop
Before
We
Have to stop
Hurry
Go
Before we
Die
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