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 Aug 2015 mais
Sammy Whitelaw
11:44 PM // do you remember the first time we met? i do.

12:02 AM // i remember the first time we locked eyes like it was yesterday

12:09 AM // i remember the swirl of green and brown all in one mesmerising gaze taunting me like a bad dream

12:57 AM // you were never just a stranger to me, you were never a face that didn’t matter  

1:18 AM // from the moment i laid eyes on you i knew you’d break my heart

1:32 AM // i can't stop thinking about the last time you told me you loved me

1:55 AM // you called me up after weeks of nothing and told me you'd never love anyone like you loved me

2:07 AM // you were saying goodbye, weren't you?

2:50 AM //  i could have forgiven you if it was only a kiss, but you fell in love with her

3:49 AM // i've kissed lots of people since you, but none of them pulled my hair and tasted like fanta

4:27 AM // my god i loved you with everything i had

5:01 AM // it still wasn't enough, was it?

5:55 AM // it was always meant to be her.
S.W
 Jul 2014 mais
firexscape
At 11:59 pm
You spilled your secrets
And told me you loved her
At 12:00 am, I sat in silence and braced myself
For the familiar wave of despair to hit
But it didn't.
I filled the room with a sigh of releif
But then I asked myself
Will I still be okay at 4 am?
I wasn't.
 Jun 2014 mais
Helen
fly, be free

                                 A
                            B        C
             ­           D                E
                            F      ­  G
                                 H

                                    I
                 ­                     Just
                                       Kid
                                          L ove
                                           Me!
                                          No
    ­                                     One (ever did)
                                         Perhaps
                                        Questions
                                      Reveal
                                    Secrets
  ­                                  Time
                    ­                Unknown
                                   ­ Vows
                                     Whimsical
                                       X haling a breath
                                       You land in my
                                      Zone
 May 2014 mais
The Last Wordsmith
Don’t throw away the poems the poems I write
I know they won’t matter. Not after tonight
Maybe for a little while, rereading them will hurt.
But eventually, my words will be meaningful as dirt
You won’t even hear my voice whispering each word
In your head. It'll be some other voice that is heard
Don’t throw them away okay? Don’t throw away me
Don't throw away all that we used to be.
It's not about me, it's about something one of my friends said. I just reworded it to fit how I would feel in a similar situation. This reminded me of burning things in a fire.... I bet that hurt too. I'm sorry
 May 2014 mais
bukowski
drinking
 May 2014 mais
bukowski
I could stay drunk for days,
I love the way I can't feel
my legs
or my head
and I can't see
what's in front of me;
I love how I can punch anything
and everything
and not feel it,
and I absolutely love
stumbling home
with ****** knuckles
and laughing at my own
stupidity;
I see inside of myself
when I'm drinking,
I see it all;
all the anger
and the pain,
we don't talk,
just look,
and that is enough,
to know that when I
inform people that there
is so much more to me
than what they see,
and they tell me I'm being
silly,
I know,
I know,
that you exist
 Apr 2014 mais
Samantha Elizabeth
pm
 Apr 2014 mais
Samantha Elizabeth
pm
Everything feels different at night
Lonely yet creative
Sad yet optimistic
Tired...yet alive
 Apr 2014 mais
Sammy Whitelaw
the city lights fascinate me
but the only lights              
i am interested in are the ones
in your eyes
s.w
 Apr 2014 mais
J
Falling
 Apr 2014 mais
J
I fell down, but I'm back on my feet
And I'll remember, the next time that we meet
That strangers who kiss you aren't always so sweet
And sometimes it hurts to be swept off your feet
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