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  Nov 2015 Eve
Court
I feel like my poems have just become a list of complaints but how can I find the beauty in this storm?
No church has ever heard as many prayers as that hospital room that night.
Your life hung in the house like a crucifix or an old family photo.
HOW DID YOU EXPECT ME TO GET THROUGH THIS?????
Did you think your absence would make anything better?
It hurts.
It's killing me.
You left in paragraphs. You said I'd be fine.
But when you left you took me with you.
Now my bathroom floor knows more about me than I do.
Now I see you everywhere. In the halls, in your sister's eyes, our coffee shop. oh God that coffee shop.
Your presence still paints the walls there.
The coffee isn't strong enough anymore.
All I taste is you.
  Nov 2015 Eve
dravenstorm
Constantly Drunk On
The Thought Of Thinking
Why,
You'd Actually Want To
Be With A Miserable,
Lonely, Drunk Boy
Like Me.
  Oct 2015 Eve
Simon Obirek
Hey, *** me a smoke
I can't smoke my lucky one.
Could you ******* it, too?
We didn't last in the long run,
but I used to ******* you.

*** me a smoke,
I'm a broke bloke
What's your attitude about?
Don't *** me out.

My grandma won't hug me
she thinks I stink
My mum bugs me
when I get too much to drink,
I think.

My friends think it's cool
we stand in the bike shed behind our school.
The girls are looking,
I just wanna look good.
Can you please *** me a smoke?
  Oct 2015 Eve
Moet Kogano
when i smoked for the first time
she was there
she let me try it
and lit the cigarette

it was too late
the humid small room got smoky
the taste wasn’t bad
or i just didn’t know how to taste it

smoking is bad for your health
the tiny box says “i’m killing you”
she will be the one who ruins my life
and now i start to get used to it

when i bought it for the first time
she wasn’t there
but she let me try it
she made me feel like smoking
from the distance

it is already in my left pocket
the young fresh lungs is getting old
it tastes horrible
now i got how to taste it

smoking is bad for your health
my father says “she’s killing you”
she will be the one who ruins my life
and now i start to get used to it

life is like a chocolate box
and she loves to eat sweet chocolate
that’s why my life has to be bitter
bitter like the cigarette
as bitter as i start to cry
Eve Oct 2015
whenever i hear your voice
or that name of yours
my insides cramp,
and i find myself lighting another menthol cigarette,
once again realizing that it’s much sweeter than you ever were
I tried a little bit harder on this one
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