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mak Jun 2016
i watched how he looked at her
how they were together
i saw the love they had for each other
radiating off one another
i looked at the smile smeared upon there faces
they way there hands fit together like puzzle pieces
and i envied her
mak Jun 2016
night time is for sleeping

thats what i thought

until i met you

then nights slowly turned into more time

to miss you
mak Jun 2016
when I'm alone i feel the loneliness start to creep up on me
its like its hiding there waiting to be free
when the kiss of your lips on my skin is gone
it steps out of the darkness into the dawn
with this fear washing over me
your the only thing i want to see
and when your not around to help
il scream and cry
il call for help
its your body that puts my mind at ease
and your arms around me
i miss the squeeze
of the tight embrace you pull around me
the darkness goes back where i cant see
only when your around
do i feel safe
oh how i love your warm embrace
please love me tenderly
and never let me go
i dont know what id do
if you left me alone
  Jun 2016 mak
Aoife
and so that was it
we carried on like
spring turned to summer
and we fell
like autumn leaves
and winter snow

cold and bitter
our hearts were
but warm and sweet
our souls

the walls were never
opened up
blown away
like ash and dust
the tiny house
on the hill
with a fence
surrounding
forbidden entry
with a sign that said
‘always welcome’

too tired
couldn't sleep
laying awake
too long
saw the sun come up
it wouldn't last
for you

cold we looked
but warm we felt
your fire
melted the war inside
armour fell through
caved in
like a house of cards
enclosing the life
that once was

and slowly but surely
we fell
like autumn leaves
and winter snow
we changed
the way spring's rain
grew summer's flowers
and that was it
so we carried on
Not specifically for anything/anyone, I just had words. They don't make much sense but poetry isn't about what's written on the page, it's about the way it makes you feel.
  Jun 2016 mak
Aoife
how many lives
do we have to lose
in order to realize
that something's wrong?
how many laws of novelty
do we have to pass
in order to realize
we're passing all the wrong ones?

why do we pride the ******
because he goes to a school
with a good name?
and why do we limit his sentence
because HE may suffer “severe impact”
when the one who suffered severe impact
was the one
who cried out for HER LIFE?

who gave you the right
to harm faultless people
over something as simple
as who they love?

america did.
your country allows people
to walk around with guns
they way you do with phones.
how are you supposed to feel safe
when privileged white males
take a “get out of jail free” card
as a prize for destroying the lives
of others?

if you are the country of the free,
why are people dying for loving,
shot for standing up, and
beaten for being themselves?

why are your opportunities
determined by the shade of your skin?
why are you labelled and killed
for practicing your religion?
why is history repeating itself?

nobody is born evil.
evil is the craft that is learned
by unwelcoming minds
and is operated by faulty hands,
clenching throats and triggers
with equal strength.

how many lives do we have to lose
before we realize
enough is enough?
how many people need to be
denied an opportunity
before we realize
race doesn't matter?
how many unmarked gravestones
need to be planted
before we realize
we will never get to finish
fighting a losing battle?
I'm so bitter over everything that's happened in the past few days alone, not to mention the past decade. Anyway, I know this isn't good, but I had to say something.
mak Jun 2016
The goose bumps i leave on your skin when i trace circles on your chest is like a song calling out to me
The tears stained on my cheeks get erased with every tender kiss you lay upon me
The spark that ignites between our beating hearts when your presence is upon me is enough to start a wildfire thats not even the strongest gust of rain can put out
The love that radiates off you when the sheets are tangled between our moving bodies gives me a whirlwind of chaotic emotion when we give our whole selves to each other
mak Jun 2016
I find myself wishing i was a dog
Because what do they worry about?
Making it outside to *** in time?
There always happy
And they just want to love
I find myself wishing i was a dog
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