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 Apr 2017 Manda Raye
brooke
**** near lost
it all tryin' to be
perfect, upped
my tolerance for
whiskey and now
I just use it when
i'm trying to think
about anything but
you, but i'll be dancin'
with some guy named
Mike and all i can see
is your face reflected
in the windows of
an Antlers hotel
'cause i think that
was the last morning
we were okay.

but lookin' back on it,
i kinda ruined it with a
kiss, we started fighting
when I started fallin' thinking
we needed to be more
but then you said you
loved me and
it wasn't just
me
anymore.

either way--
if there's no use crying
over spilled milk i've
been crying for weeks and
that milk's done and gone
you're spittin venom
and i'm soaking it
up with a dish rag
hopin' it'll turn to
water.
 Apr 2017 Manda Raye
brooke
3am.
 Apr 2017 Manda Raye
brooke
I once asked him what it was like--
when  making love made sense
when it left you in a glow and
not like it had me, in coils of
skin and apple scented oil
sobbing on a mattress in Chelan--

I can't help but ask as a precautionary measure,
I'm sure, the way people ask was it good for you too?
did it mean anything? were you making love or having ***?
he says that's what breakups are. Not talking, letting go.
forging a bridge and then leaving it to decay,
I'll just become bitter with that long sideways glance
I've stopped memorizing his face because it's been sad
for a month,
i asked myself
if i traded a friendship
for a kiss at a cabin and
i wonder if he feels the same
because he let me in before
the promise of my body
and the sight of me as
a friend is too much
to handle.
a lot of sad poems lately guys, i'm sorry.  Lots of word *****.
 Apr 2017 Manda Raye
Yasmine
navy
 Apr 2017 Manda Raye
Yasmine
like an ocean,
you appear to be warm
because you reflect
the sun's light
but truly
you're so cold

like an ocean,
I can't be quite sure
of your depth
until I have dove in
and sunk
to the bottom
 Apr 2017 Manda Raye
Yasmine
inferno
 Apr 2017 Manda Raye
Yasmine
writing
 Apr 2017 Manda Raye
Yasmine
through words,
I heal my wounds
by completely exposing them
My heart is bleeding again
It will never mend
It will never heal
Into my sleep you steal
Giving dreams of you
How our friendship grew
Waking up to reality
Sorrow is a guarantee
I open my eyes
Sun doesn't sympathize
Winds don't care
Everywhere I look you're there
Life now so mundane
Heart bleeding once again

©Pauline Russell
 Apr 2017 Manda Raye
Ida Nylend
You caught my eye
You smiled hello
I was to shy to show
How you made my heart smile
You were to close
It drove me mad

We walked outside
A look at the sky
Sparkling in purple
And so the light
Reflected in our
Windows to the soul

My window showed
hearts dancing in a field of roses
Your window
Was a complete blur
she
is a
wildflower
filled with
a fusillade of
pollen
Haha i mispelled the word.
 May 2014 Manda Raye
Emmy Dawn
If a pen should stutter,
my words are weak.
Leaking ink and broken words
leave my hands as red as guilt,
and I am not innocent.
Flushed cheeks and a stained tongue,
there is little I can hide.
But maybe if you slice me open,
there is more to see inside;
Reach around and find my chest,
but know it holds more salt water
than your desired treasure.
I do hope what few jewels I have
Bring you pleasure.
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