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 Mar 2015 ghost girl
Lennox Jones
I would rather be crushed
by the plight of humanity,
rise up through the rubble,
than surrender to the ease of apathy,
and leave you alone,  
in this game of thrones.
 Mar 2015 ghost girl
Sarah Spang
I thought you were like cement, sealing and healing each jagged fissure.
I thought you were making me whole again.

Turns out you were just rain water, slipping through the cracks.
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^^^                                             Have you seen her ?

If not //

You can Dream of her still                               //
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She is real



Every one

Every child

Sings !!!!!!!!!!!!

( you can sing along )

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enough of your pain !
It's all born                                    
Of stupid loneliness   !

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Just one big
Pile a ****

You chose to live in together

In sterile sanctity

Praising your own heartlessness

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HAVE YOU SEEN YOURSELVES

( it's enough to make ya sick !!!!!! )

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Have you seen her ?

THE GIRL WITH THE LIGHT IN HER EYES

on the hill

Or on the city street

YOU ARE A CHILD

COMIN ON STRONG

BEING ALIVE

THE GIRL WITH THE LIGHT IN HER EYES

I see you

THE GIRL WITH THE LIGHT IN HER EYES
 Mar 2015 ghost girl
Sarah Adams
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 Mar 2015 ghost girl
Sarah Adams
...
For almost a two year course
through autumn and through winter
My heart ached with a sadness
almost unshakeable
My heart was coated in bronze
then striped of its shine
Within seconds
it was a color
that was the worst of its kind
I have worn four letter words on my thighs
and my arms in the form of pink scars
that aren’t so hard to hide
My thoughts have been through battles
of unthinkable agony
but
that is no longer me.
Oh how beautiful is it that
another soul can wrap around
and shine against your own
How someone you may barely know
can turn your heart from a rusting silver
to a burning gold
by their words alone
What was once pain
has become love,
and this time
I’m lost in all
the right
ways
<3
I will love you
in the worst ways possible

I will take you slowly at first
then all at once like a sudden storm

The small light touches
Innocuous

A gale of laughter

Secret smiles
Like the sun playing hide and seek
on a particularly cloudy day


I will rip you apart and settle into your bones

Love you like you've never felt it before
As if there was no one but Me


I will tear you into bits
And open out the auricles
and ventricles of my heart


Tell you it's necessary
And leave
In a sudden storm

I will say it was for you
So you could move on  
Find someone better

Love someone the Right way
I'm too much of a mess,
I'll tell you

And when I leave
You'll beg me on your knees
To stay

I will say it is necessary
and go away
Say that one day,
looking back,
You'll see why

But my lightning
Will reside in your lungs and breath
Even as I make you burn

You'll never see why

But you know I wouldn't stay
I can't stay, I always say

I will apologise
I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry

But

But
Maybe I really needed to go
before you sunk into my bones
became my lightning
and took me by surprise

I will make you taste blood in your mouth
I'll be your biggest fan
When you write raving about my misdeeds
and coldness

I will see your writing grow exponentially
In oceans and mountains

I will love you love you love you
The only way I've known how

- from a distance.


this is how I've survived.
walking in someone's shoes
 Feb 2015 ghost girl
September
m
 Feb 2015 ghost girl
September
m
the last thing i said to you was that i loved you

lost in translation from english to english

i said one thing, and then

you said no more
I  decide  not  to  name  my  poems  until 
I'm  completely
 Feb 2015 ghost girl
September
i've got 99 problems and
they're all different
ways to spell your name.
 Feb 2015 ghost girl
Inked Papers
She loves the idea of love,
and I am the slave of it.  
She loves the idea of happiness,
and I am deprived of it.
She loves the idea of this and that,
and I am giving her this and that.

I wonder if she do love me, or clinging on false pretenses.
 Feb 2015 ghost girl
SG Holter
To write food in the stomach
Of every hungry child.

To spell war as peace,
Metaphorize flowers into the barrel

Of every gun on Earth.
The poet has responsibilities

Beyond those of mothers,
Of kings and presidents.

I refuse to give up hope;  
This could be a poem world.

Come on, write your worst piece
Of literature.

Even misprints may give other
Meanings to a word,

Write me a green sky, blue dirt,
Trees the colour of air.

Sometimes the best poets
Have the least to say,

So keep writing, write until your
Fingers fall asleep.

Write until you havent slept
For weeks in search of that word,

That one right word,
Then rest on a notebook pillow

And dream the world right.
Write the world right.

There is no such thing as
Wasted poetry.
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