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in the pleasure of discovering
words rhymes rhythms
i'm a gluttonous poet.

day and night
bite of my growing appetite
makes me sink low

i don't notice
broken pieces
shattered peaces
around me

i breathe in writing
eat and drink
poetry

crazed obsessed stressed
my poetry
like any other debauchery
is an escape ride
someplace to hide

i'm a poet
subservient
to the pleasures of words rhymes rhythms.
 Jan 2015 mrs kite
shayfer
I'm tired of always being on edge
when it comes to you.
at one time,
for one moment,
someone else took in your mind
and i'm sorry i cant forget it.
im sorry i question you
about everything.

she makes me sick to my stomach
and the thought of you two makes me sicker.

yes you came back
on your hands and knees
and yes i forgave you
and yes i am stupid
but for once i wanted to believe in that unbeatable love
that is stupid
and crazy
with everything else in between
because everyone has that love at some point.
 Jan 2015 mrs kite
WickedHope
"Forever?"* is too long;
"Love me?" is too difficult;
"Stay?" is too needy;
"Hold me?" is too awkward...

Some how my questions are always wrong,
I just want to regain the love that I once felt;
But I'm left with broken bones and broken heart on the ground pleading,
And he dusts himself off, walking away telling me to *"keep going onward."
*Love has never worked with me...*

How do you keep going when you're so battered?
 Jan 2015 mrs kite
kaylene- mary
but
     I
      want
               to
                 sin
                     on
                         every
                                  inch
                                        of
                                           your
                                                 body.
 Jan 2015 mrs kite
Jared Bogolea
"When people start to hate
they stop living."

my history professor
once told me that.

in my times of weakness
when you slither into my mind
and bite down
like you so often did.

I remind myself that if
I let the venom s p r e a d
I am no better.

so go on
keep smoking away the pain
you inflict onto others.

but I can tell you this,
I ****** your venom out
long, long ago.

and learned how to
move on from the bites of others.

it's a shame, really..
that you can't
say the same.
i never thought that anyone could love me
until the day i wasn't there
to love anyone else
or myself
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