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I admit that
Sometimes
I dream of peace
A purple sky
With a bottle of wine
A hazy window
Covered in a maroon cloth
On one side
Raindrops audible
But out of sight
Wooden walls and calm fires
A walk down a creaky hall
To read
I retire

The galaxy is awake
Through the sounds of the thunder

And I'm alive
 Aug 2015 M Eastman
Kimberly Rose
I swear to God, I could be the best **** thing you have ever had.
I want nothing more than to drink coffee with you while tangled in sheets and to grab your hand while it is still warm from the cup, and feel it wrap around my small and dainty fingers. I want your bare skin against mine in the most innocent way. I want to stain your cheeks, hands, and lips with the prints of my favorite shade of lipstick. I want to dance around the living room and laugh as we trip over our own shoes because God knows we were both cursed with two left feet. I want you to be the one that fills the empty void that has been created by all of those that have run away in the past, taking with which they have touched. I want to listen to your heartbeat until it becomes my favorite lullaby. I want to find adventure with you in something as simple as going to the grocery store. I want to fall in love with you the same way I fell in love with the moon when I was only ten years old. I want to hear I love you’s in the tune of your voice so many times that I begin to believe it. I want to make your hair a mess while doing the opposite with your life. I want to be the lucky one that gets to kiss your neck and hold you close when you’re silently falling apart. I want to show you that the sparkle in your eyes shines brighter in my world than any star in the sky hanging above our love-drunk heads.
Just kiss my cheek and twirl my hair while I write poems and novels and love songs about the ******* beauty of your existence.
I am the stain
You are the white shirt
You can never appreciate me
Until you stop seeing me as a dirt
But as a work of art
It is all about how you see it.
You
You are like my favorite book because every time I re-read I find something new .
They say, they are with us
they say, they care
but in the middle of night
as you wake up
you are all alone  
                          
                   Everyone have their own dilemma
                   Everyone have things they care
                   Everyone have their priorities
                  you might not always be chosen over other
                   in fact they might not even bother
                  Through the lonely days and lonely nights
                  you are all alone


to million of dreams
to trillion of journey
you have to walk all by yourself
through the hurdles and struggles
you are all alone

                            At the end of the day
                           we are a individual, a soul
                           No matter how much we deny
                           Life is a journey
                         And we are travelling all alone.
And sometime i have this feeling that nothing is going right . I try to change things but sometime you have no option than to accept what you have. You can't change things like you want but still this pain engulf me and i just can't figure out what is happening.
 Aug 2015 M Eastman
NV
3:58
 Aug 2015 M Eastman
NV
IT'S 3:58 IN THE MORNING.
AND GOD, I HATE HOW MUCH I MISS YOU.

ACTUALLY, NO.
I LIE.

I HATE HOW MUCH YOU DON'T DESERVE IT.
 Aug 2015 M Eastman
Sea
We're sixteen again,
sneaking around at night,
pouring rain in the summertime,
quiet whispers in your teenage bed,
heavy breaths and covered mouths,
don't wake up the rents

And like I'm sixteen,
not turning twenty-two,
I don't know better than to break my addiction
and I come back again
to feel the poisoned fingers on my skin
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