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Madeline Killeen May 2017
Be mine, be mine.
You, over there.
With strong hands,
A gentle smile.
Will you be mine?
No, you don't know me,
But you will.
Every part, if you want.
We could be soul mates.
You don't believe in them?
Me either. I was joking.
Will you still be mine?
Madeline Killeen May 2017
Emotions are friends,
and enemies.
They bring you to the
top of the mountain,
only to push you off.
I wonder, what it
would be like,
to have none.
No friends, or foes.
Simply alone,
existing.
Never climbing the
mountain, reaching the top.
Never to see the world,
in all it's beauty.
It is worth the risk
of falling.
Madeline Killeen May 2017
Stranger with the kind eyes,
sit, stay a while

Stranger with the sweet smile,
teach me what brightens it

Stranger with the soft lips,
let me taste them

Stranger with the sharp tongue,
show me what it can do

You handsome stranger,
stop being a stranger

and let me memorize
every inch of you
Madeline Killeen Jul 2017
your kisses,
left smiles
all over my face

hours later,
they're still there
Madeline Killeen May 2017
Pick up the pencil
Pick it up
Let it out

Let it soar
Out of the
Lead

Allow it to
Spill over
The page

Your thoughts,
Are melodies

Your words,
Are music

Pick up the pencil
Write,
A symphony.
Madeline Killeen Jul 2017
how have I never looked up?
there's a whole universe up there
the stars, those bright pinpricks of light,
just existing, with or without our gazes
they go on, fiercely, only for themselves

us humans could learn so much
Madeline Killeen Jun 2017
every word
out of her
seemingly sweet
mouth,
broke me
from the
inside out
Madeline Killeen Apr 2018
Do poet's ever
tire of writing
love poems?

Will we
ever tire
of reading them?
Madeline Killeen Jun 2017
the embers
danced just for me

who knew a
dying thing

could be so
beautiful
Madeline Killeen Nov 2017
i fell in love with his words,
instead of his actions.

he told me all about our
beautiful future, together.

but he never intended,
on finding it.
Madeline Killeen May 2017
Just a little something,
A note, a smile, a hello.

Just a little something,
To keep, to hold, to have.

Just a little something,
I cannot let go.
Madeline Killeen May 2017
I read about these trees once,
they grow together, the
two plants intertwine and become one
supporting each other, until they
become inseparable.
When you were holding me,
I felt like one of those trees
pushing myself into you, as
your arms wrapped around me
fingers holding fingers,
thumbs making patterns
on each other's skin.
I never thought we could
fit together like this and
I wondered what would happen
if we never let go.
If we sat there forever,
intertwined.
Would we grow together?
Become one plant?
One body?
One soul?
One.
Madeline Killeen Jun 2017
I forget that my thoughts
are not public
sometimes I wish I could
broadcast them on the radio,
but only for you

because if you knew how
much of my mind you occupy,
I like to think you would be pleased

I don't know how to tell you
that you have become one of
my favorite parts of the day

that I love thinking of all the
ways to make you smile

I imagine what it would feel like
for you to touch me in the dark,
I wish you would

or that I fear, that you think
I never think these things,
and I worry, that one day soon
you will stop thinking of me
Madeline Killeen Apr 2018
Daisies everywhere.
In my ideal world,
There'd be daisies everywhere.
Springing from my feet,
Blooming on every corner,
Dancing on every windowsill.
Oh my darling Daisy,
Who could possibly
Forget to smile,
With you around.
Madeline Killeen Jun 2017
the Cape is a place
where time stops,
and all that moves
are the waves and breezes,
bicycle wheels and boats
Madeline Killeen Nov 2017
my eyes are sea-salt bombs,
ready to go off,
at any moment

the thought of you,
the switch, that
sets me off.
Madeline Killeen Jun 2019
I've been trying to draw lately,
and failing miserably.
Trying to capture someone,
with only a pencil.

I keep trying to draw him and
I am not sure why.
I have plenty of pictures.
But this is different,
not simply knowing what he looks like,
but remembering it, repeating it.
It could be useful one day,
to have him like that.

Perhaps we should all try drawing our loved ones.
To never forget the curves of their faces,
the dimples, the freckles.
The imperfections the camera blurs.
So we will forever have them with us,
in our hands.
Simply brought out, remembered,
by a pencil.
Madeline Killeen May 2017
Writing is funny sometimes
It's as if your mind, heart,
And hand have a
Conversation on all their own,
Without including you.
Then you stare at the page,
And think,
*I didn’t know I felt that way
Madeline Killeen Sep 2017
my chest tightens
when we fight,
it's as if
everything
constricts
around my heart,
to protect it.
be careful
my body warns,
don't let him
don't let him
rip me from you,
my heart screams
Madeline Killeen Jun 2017
nothing touching but
eyes and fingertips
and just like that,
I fell
Madeline Killeen Jun 2019
Artists capture moments.
They capture moments with patience, with perspective.
Artists capture moments in different ways.

A photographer will show you the beautiful butterfly,
resting on a flower.

The painter will show you what is out of frame,
a little girl staring in wonder.

And the poet will tell you how magical it was,
how the park quieted for a moment when the
butterfly flew and landed on her nose-

Then there it is - a photo, of pure joy.

Then all three artists, smiling in awe at this moment.
This small, precious moment.
One many would have missed.
But now is forever immortalized,
by observant souls.
Madeline Killeen Jun 2017
I cannot place,
my feelings onto paper.
I wanted to lock them
away with my pencil.
Hoping to have them
fade onto the page.

I cannot form
my thoughts
into sentences
they swirl, bounce
refusing capture.

Thoughts, feelings
The right and left
cuffs that
chain me to
my mind,
forever captive
immobilized.
Madeline Killeen Jul 2017
i've realized that every time
we get close to jumping,
i pull my toes off the edge of the cliff
the impending fall seeming like too much of a risk,
but you never let go of my hand,
I've always been ready to jump, you say
and you patiently wait for me to
inch back towards the edge,
never rushing the process
of instilling bravery back into my veins
it might take me a little while
before i am ready to jump
but as long as you keep
holding my hand
i'll believe you when you say
you're falling with me
and we'll catch each other.
Madeline Killeen Jun 2017
I wonder if hell
is made of fire,
flames everywhere
like snakes
slithering at your feet
pools of dying embers
flickering in the dark
lava spilling down
like waterfalls
imagine heat everywhere
singing your eyes, hair, skin
such a dark place,
yet so bright
that's the trickery,
you feel so warm,
comfortable,
you don't realize you're being
burned alive
Madeline Killeen May 2017
What would happen?
If my heart beat was
too fast? too powerful?
If my lungs expanded,
more, more?
Breathe, pump, breathe
More
Expand my loves
More, and more
With every breath,
every pump,
the cage cracks.
Go on, more
push, expand
until I burst.
Madeline Killeen Sep 2017
my words don't come out right
when it comes to you,
when it comes to you, they get all jumbled
even when I'm typing,
my thumbs trip over themselves.
they don't have the best relationship
with my mind
they always mess things up,

and my heart suffers.
Madeline Killeen Nov 2017
In my loneliness,
I almost called you.

But then I realized,
even when I had you,
I was still lonely.

And that says it all.
Madeline Killeen Jun 2017
I am a psychic
A terrible teller of time

For I can see
a whole future
with you, a lifetime
Yet I cannot even
imagine,
What our next moment
will hold
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