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 Aug 2016 Marles
Thomas EG
They follow you inside
Searching for a favour
You offer, mindlessly
They accept, gratefully

You hand it over and
They posess great thanks
To the extent of expressing
Their words in a poem

They produce a journal
Which prods you to smile
You took them for an artist
But never for a poet

Your face lights up
As they tell you more
Life touches you like that
Until next drunken time
 Aug 2016 Marles
Mansa
Have you ever loved a friend?

Unbeknownst to him, waited for his words

To play havoc on your heart..



Have you ever loved a friend,

Laughed at all his silliest puns,

Cried for him your secret tears

And yet egged him on to touch the stars?



Have you ever loved a friend

Cherished his thoughts, worshipped his laughter,

Never daring to open your heart

Shared his wildest, craziest deeds?



Have you ever loved a friend

Who pried open all your secrets except one,

Silently loved him in all your lonely dreams

And yet let him free to love?



Have you ever loved a friend?

Unbeknownst to him, waited for his words

To play havoc on your heart..
 Aug 2016 Marles
SteffyWeffy
I like singing in the shower, can you hear me?
I will sing to you if you want.
Maybe after we can lay in my bed, I want to know about you.
Tell me all of your hopes and dreams.
Tell me your favorite color, mines green.
How many girls hearts have you broken?
The hours pass and I feel like I have known you for years.
 Aug 2016 Marles
epictails
To you who dwell in the story of a book,
who longs for air in a quiet nook

To you who wander for a time alone,
who would rather stay at home

To you who seek a friend in your own,
who quite easily gets caught in a zone

To you who love solitude
with every fiber of your being

Forget the rest of the world
hustling and bustling

*Silence is not an echo of weakness
but your soul speaking in its greatest presence
 Aug 2016 Marles
Genevieve
This Fall
 Aug 2016 Marles
Genevieve
You'll be sitting on a step
Some party raging behind you
And you'll be contemplating walking home,
Or finding that girl from earlier
The one who tangled her fingers in your hair while you kissed,
When it'll happen.
A girl, maybe 18,
Will plop down beside you,
Purposefully skin to skin,
and she'll smile.

She'll pretend she's more drunk than she is
And you'll want to protect her.
Like always.
People will be looking for you,
The life of every party now,
Inside the house
But you won't care.
This girl will tell you she's got to walk home,
And you'll take her hand,
And tell her to lead the way.
She'll lean over and kiss you,
Just like she planned she would,
Just long enough to give you the right idea.

You'll stand up together
Wobbling just a little
And she'll start walking
And you'll keep pace and a lookout.
She'll glance at you,
Hunger in her eyes
Waiting to feed off the attention you wrap yourself in,
Like an otter in seaweed.

You'll become very aware of the condoms in your pocket
You might think about how you need to buy another box
As she's the fifth girl this month to take you home

Hungry for the fame
Hungry for the attention
Hungry for the talent
But not hungry for the you inside.
And you'll know it,
I hope.

Stay safe out there, love.
I'll remember.
And you'll keep falling in this nosedive until you hit the ground and shatter. Please, before this skydive becomes a suicide, remember your parachute.
 Aug 2016 Marles
SilentMetanoia
Believe me, you're not the only one
who's broken, because If you look close
enough at all those around  you, you'll
only see remnants of scars and wounds from
past experiences that make up quarters and halves
where there had once been wholes.
Everyone has a story
 Jul 2016 Marles
Christine Ueri
this palate is an anvil
this tongue a hammer
forging the edges of words
reversed
21/07/2016
 Jul 2016 Marles
Angelica
I feel beautiful
but only when I'm hungry
Only when I can hear my stomach begging me to eat something
Only when I can feel myself losing weight
Only when they say, "you're getting to thin, you're doing great!"
Only when I'm drinking a bottle of water in the span of a minute so that I can be full
Only when I'm starving but I push the plate away.

I feel beautiful
But only when I'm counting calories
Only when I'm running that extra mile to stay slim

I feel beautiful
Until I'm looking down at my thighs and I see that they touch
Until a girl says how curvy I am when I'd just like to be flat and slim
Until I step on the scale and it laughs and says I've gains a few pounds

I feel beautiful
until I look at myself in a fullbody mirror and think, "GROSS"

I feel beautiful
when I haven't eaten for 3 days and no one notices
When I'm popping a rubber band to my wrist saying, "you're not hungry your just bored" over and over again
And my stomach replys, "I'm dying, why are you doing this, feed me"

I feel beautiful
Until the girl next to me is thinner than I am
Until daddy tells me I'm getting fat
Until I hear the boys in the distance say that they'd never, ever, ever date big girl

I feel beautiful
But only when I'm dying of starvation
Only when I'm literally empty on the inside

I felt beautiful
Until I realized that fat is an insult
And i wondered why
Do we not glide the same why?
Do our stretch marks make us inelegant?
Are we unladylike because we eat?

I feel beautiful until I don't anymore
Until beauty is too much in the eye of the beholder
Until I am not allowed to be the beholder
Until beauty is a category of waist size double zero

I feel beautiful
Because I'm allowed to
Because the number on the scale does not define Me
Because I Define me
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