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 Mar 2017 mic
Nathan
A writers pen
 Mar 2017 mic
Nathan
From a writers pen
Honest blood bleeds
Filled with desires and stories
Heartache... needs
 Mar 2017 mic
Willow-Anne
Alcoholism
 Mar 2017 mic
Willow-Anne
She’s more fun when she is drunk
At least…until she’s not
Because she’s puking in the toilet
And regretting her last shot

She’s more confident when she’s drunk
Gorgeous and ready to score
Until she looks in a mirror
And feels even uglier than before

She likes herself more when she is drunk
Until that feeling goes away
When she is so far beyond gone
That her self-hatred comes out to play

She’s happier when she’s drunk
All her issues leave her brain
But they all come crashing back at once
And cause her so much pain

She likes the world more when drunk
It’s filled with so much good
Until one little thing sets her off
And she hates it all more than she should

She likes life more when she’s drunk
Her mind for once feels still
Terrified of losing that feeling
She soon wants to end things with a pill

But she can stop any time she wants
Or so she’d have you believe
Because alcohol makes her seem so happy
That is, until all her friends leave
Edit: (3/10/17) Oh my goodness! I haven't logged on in a couple of days and boy did I miss a lot!
I am doing my best to respond to all your messages and comments now! Sorry for the wait!
Thank you all so much for such an overwhelming amount of love and support <3 You guys are amazing
For those of you who struggle with addiction of any kind, hang in there, and I hope you all find the help and support you need <3
Best wishes to you all. And thank you again <3

Edit: (3/11/17)
Alrighty, so I just got a very long message that without going too into details accused me of poking fun at alcoholism with this poem. I would just like to be very clear that this poem was in no way inteaded to make fun of the illness that is alcoholism, and if it came off that way to anyone else, I am truely truely sorry. Words can not express that enough for I very much wished the opposite intent. Alcoholism (and addiction in general) is a very serious illness that I take very seriously. I sinceraly hope that anyone who is struggling with it gets the help they need and those of you who are in recovery, I am proud of you. Stay strong and continue to work towards it <3
Once again, my sincere apologies again to anyone who was offended.
Love to you all <3 - Willow-Anne
 Mar 2017 mic
Paige
Falling
 Mar 2017 mic
Paige
She only wanted love
Her feet close to the edge
As she looked down from above
Mouth forming a lonesome pledge

Tears streamed down her face
Remembering the words said to her
She knew she was a disgrace
Yet she was unsure

But as she looked down
She noticed with a sigh
That no one was around
So she peered up at the sky

Did they really love me?
Whispered softly in her mind
And as she thought of the monstrosity her mind came to be
Who knew this would happen they were all so blind

Letting out a faint smile
She let go of her grasp
After thinking for a while
And during her fall she did not let out one gasp
 Mar 2017 mic
Jason L Rosa
Yearning
 Mar 2017 mic
Jason L Rosa
Chances are you don't feel the same
Significant value when I hear your name.
Partly because I've felt no shame
Hopelessly going about playing the game.

That all changed the day you stayed;
One special day our bond was made.
Rules were set that I obeyed,
Everyday I played a different charade.

Everyone in this town has gone by,
Instinctively I tell you another lie.
Vivid dreams distort me of you and I:
Rosa am I and I your guy.

So why can't my dreams come true?
Endlessly I've fallen in love with you.
Simply be yourself is all I ensue.
Tonight I'll wish upon a star for you.

Not out of lust, nor personal affair,
Can't afford to lose the bond we share.
Only God knows how it's not fair.
How a love like you comes so rare.

People tell me I should just let you go.
My emotions have been tethered to and fro.
How can they just say, "Let you go?"
All they see is the pale scarlet snow.

Enclosed is my love for you held secretly,
Never again my face you'll see.
Remembered in my heart you'll be,
Never again your face I'll see.
 Mar 2017 mic
Mysidian Bard
All I have is a photograph
and a blank page with your name,
our lives have clearly changed,
but my heart still feels the same.

So I write down a few scattered lines,
and add a chord or two,
just trying to make new memories of you.

I'll play this song beneath the stars,
watch it dance into the sky.
If on the wind my words do fly,
then you'll hear my lullaby.

Will you look above and think of me
as a shooting star breaks through,
maybe words will make wishes come true.

Now I have a brand new page
with a picture, poem, and song.
I know it's been so long,
but my love's still standing strong.

If a picture paints a thousand words
then this poem will never do,
but I want to make new memories with you.
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