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  Jun 2015 Jame
Maximilian Ilagan
Don’t you think it’s quite unfair
how we could never be.
I thought we were the perfect pair,
yet no one could quite see.

You and I are basically one,
you see, we are the same.
But “us”, I figured, there was none
because we follow the rules of this game.

I’ve always wondered why our paths wouldn’t cross
even though we have the same design.
And I couldn’t count you as loss
for you were never mine

And I guess I have to live with that:
You being only as close to my side
because even though we never meet,
as long as you travel with me
(into this line to infinity)
it would still be an amazing ride.
we had to write a poem for advanced algebra. so here goes. inspired from the concept of parallel lines. you see, they are so the same, but they never meet. and that is so sad. eh
Jame Jun 2015
I hate you

I hate you
how i hate coffee
I hate you
how i hate Math
i hate you
how i hate mornings
i hate you
how i hate thunderous songs
i hate you
how i hate cigarettes
i hate you
how i hate goodbyes
i hate you
how i hate promises
i hate you
how i hate unsaid words
i hate you
how i hate unfinished sentences
I hate you
how i hate unsolved problems
i hate you
how i hate my calculus teacher
i hate you
how i hate myself

you were as bitter as my cup of coffee
you were as x to my y - as complicated as Math
you were as cold and dull as my morning
you were as intimidating and overpowering as thunderous songs
you were as foggy and tempting to want yet bad for me as a cigarette
you were about to say goodbye
yet
you reminded me about my promises
and i say "I've got nothing to lose"
you were always so close to being mine
so close to being yours
so close to being in love
and how i hated that
as how i hated unsaid words

it was almost an undefined love
it was almost addicting
it was almost worth fighting for
almost
almost
and how i hated that
as how i hated unfinished sentences

you were always at the edge
always at the corner of a wall
always at the end of a road
always at the end of a cliff

you just stop - just give up, just like that
and how, for *****' sake - but how i hate it
as how i hate unsolved problems

you were as boring as my calculus teacher

i couldn't loosen up
i couldn't wait
i shake
i freeze
i'm having trouble sleeping
i'm having trouble writing

and for god's sake
i hate this crazy feeling
i hate you
but apparently,
we were
consistently
invariably
adequately
alike

and how i hated it
with every single letter in every single word;
as how i hated myself
  Jun 2015 Jame
ohmyblossom
"he loves me, she loves me not
                              *she loves me, he loves me not"

                      petals
                      fall­
                       down
                     tears
                     cry
                      loud
  "she loves me, he loves me not
                                *he loves me, she loves me not"
  Jun 2015 Jame
Mark Parker
You can call me a lune,
cause I'm crazy enough
to play the game of love
and think I can win.
I call this lost and found poetry. The game of love!
  Jun 2015 Jame
Hannah M Hendrickson
If I were leave tonight,
write poems for me.
Let your words go out further
than I ever could.
Use them to create
elms with branches that curl
in all directions
so that birds can grab to them
like you grab onto your heart.
But when you do,
squeeze out your thoughts
onto paper to keep in touch.
Don't treat your emotions
like a distant neighbor.

If I were to leave tonight,
make sure to explore.
Find new things
to expand your mind
beyond fence posts
set up by yourself.
Look under ever rock
and read about lies beneath.
Let your surroundings be
your greatest teacher.

If I were to leave tonight,
make sure to find someone
you care about.
Treat her like you've never met
a person such as she
Beauty never touched your eyes
until you met her
She makes oceans
move with lips
and fingertips.
Sail them with her.
And hey,
even write a poem for her.
Let her know you care.

And if  you leave tonight,
I will do the same,
Jame Jun 2015
I dont own you
and i never will
but the fact what you're showing me is so unreal
i tend to overthink and bleed on my own thoughts
despite how worthless and selfless i've become

i dont know you
and you dont know me
but who cares? whatever
it doesn't even matter
i'm just a way to fill your leisure

what a cruel world we have
from all the sick joke, i laugh
just breathe slowly and take your time
and soon,
maybe - just maybe, we will be fine

i'm not a princess
and you're not a frog
what we had was a blurry fog

i was empty
and you're a lie
no kisses
no promises
a snap, in a blink of an eye,
****, GONE
no heartfelt goodbye
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