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 Aug 2013 Mia Tedford
Emily M
Just when life seemed to be running smoothly
You're path chose to fool me.
I thought you would be there for me
and lead me to glory,
but unfortunately things were not so.
I'm not sure how I will be able
to let my brain disable
the switch to my emotions
of longing and yearning notions.

And yet here I still am,
fighting each day without your help,
hurting each day without your comfort,
struggling each day without your words.
And yet here I still am,
here I still am holding onto all these emotions
unable to yield my feelings to someone
for fear that my fate with anyone might end
in the same way it did with you.

Just when I thought I had found someone
that someone that I could speak to
be true to
tell everything about me, but now its done.
Its funny, how I thought that you'd be there for me
for ever and always,
and now i'm afraid it might fade away.

And yet here I still am,
fighting each day without your help,
hurting each day without your comfort,
struggling each day without your words.
And yet here I still am,
here I still am holding onto all these emotions
unable to yield my feelings to someone
for fear that my fate with anyone might end
in the same way it did with you.

And yet either way,
I still and will always love you.
I wrote this a couple months ago. Never finished it. But here it is now.
It means a lot to me.

So I added some to my poem, and now I might make it into a song. We'll see.
 Aug 2013 Mia Tedford
Devon
Your kisses were perfect
a mix between sweet pecks that I smile for
and rough passion so raw that I shiver wonderfully at the memory
the line your mouth traced brought gasps to my own
and each bite soothed by a kiss left a mark that I adore
though i've dreamt of the specifics
and thought endlessly of your lips
nothing could prepare me for how wonderful
you and your kisses are
and your hands
they are perfect
in their wandering way
each touch sent a heat wave through my body
and it was all I could do not to moan rather obscenely
and you
you called me beautiful
and looked in to my eyes
and smiled
and flirted
and held my hand
and ran your fingers through my awful hair
and you made me feel
wonderful
 Aug 2013 Mia Tedford
jasmine
broken
 Aug 2013 Mia Tedford
jasmine
i looked at the picture and couldn’t look away

this girl looked happy, although the skies were gray

her eyes were shining and her hair was down

but as i looked closer, it was this that i found:

she didn’t care about the weather, her problems were non existent

i held the photo to my face, i couldn’t help it; i couldn’t resist it

her smile among her face clasped serendipity and shine

and her slender body swayed gently beneath my eyes

i placed the photo down and walked over to the lake

i examined my reflection in the water, to give in what I could take

the girl in the photo was careless and free

the girl in the photo was from the past; it was me.
 Aug 2013 Mia Tedford
Willson
If a love poem is only written by a poet,
then I'd be the best poet because of my love for you.
If a love song is only written by a songwriter,
then I'd be the best songwriter because of my love for you.

I may not be the perfect person for you,
but I promise I'll try my best to make you happy.

I love you.
Once upon a time,

A very long time ago,

There was a girl that everyone in the kingdom used to know,

She was pretty but sad and rather low,

always having to sow the seeds and even the clothes,

She seemed rather alone,

Simply no where to go,

Her father had an ego as strong and bitter as the snow,

Her mother was bossy but rightly so.

She knew she was always protected,

Her pride was strong, But somewhere in there she felt ugly, sad, lonley, Mad!, But one day she let it all out,

And everyone saw that they feel the same,

Everybody had their own pain,

She could see everyone desereved to be a princess, A knight and even a Queen,

They all colided together for a wonderful,

Self confidentual ceremony,

And with all the muscles in their faces they struck the last smile,

Of the kingdom with great sanity,

And that were the last of the century.

By Larna Kira Kourtis.



© 2013 Larna Kira Kourtis (All rights reserved)
 Aug 2013 Mia Tedford
maxx lopez
times are tough
the pathway we walk is rough.
the sun is setting.
and there is no telling
if we'll ever see the shine again.

but at least you are still there
i can always feel you care
even tho i let my own head
leave me crying and feeling like im dead.

and i know you care.
the pain you, yourself, feel
the pain is something you and i share.
we scream and scream and scream.
and hope that one day, we live our dream
to be rid of the demons
running rampid in our minds
we run and run and run,
in hope that terror never finds.

so my dear,
i wrote this poem for you.
because you and i share the same fear.
a fear so deep & frightening,
our thoughts strike like bolts of lightning.

this poem is about understanding.
and that is what i hold for you,
since you are just like me.
your head is cold, heavy and blue.
through we may not be at the same place,
dont forget our monsters nearly have the same face.

you are special, my love
and to believe that in yourself, is hard to do.
just like a bird, your heart is caged.
take the caged dove,
set it by the window sill
let it follow its own will
and let it fly free,
trust me when i say i know how you hurt,
you are just like me.
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