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 Apr 2014 MsMercedes
b for short
Some call them *******.
Smart girls will call them weapons...
...of mass seduction.
© Bitsy Sanders, April 2014
In this very moment
I am free
I no longer regret
the past nor obsess
about the future

Today is a gift
A free gift
I get to keep by
giving it away
How
do
I
let go
of something
I
never
even had?
I lied this actually has 11 words hehe
I've already died a thousand deaths
For my heart would
Stop
From every time
You called my name
So, no
I don't mind at all
Dying one final time
For **Yours
 Apr 2014 MsMercedes
Dominique U
I seek for things unknown...
I seek for the uncertain
I seek for the inanimate
It's a continuous gnawing hunger - of finding, discovering...
Traversing a world untraveled.
Unknown and hidden
Secret in my head

I do not search for utter understanding
I do not search for the right answer to life's greatest question
I do not search for comfort in knowing

The unknown is magnificent
The mysteries of life, left unfound, left to be sought...
But not to be found...
But to get lost in it

I seek to lose myself to life...
Not the crude life of just wasting away my freedom...
I seek to lose my life for something so much greater than myself
My soul yearns to get lost in the wilderness of the unknown
 Apr 2014 MsMercedes
Dominique U
He's a darling.
He's a star.
Starplayer
Playing with my heart
Playing with it's beat
Beating like a drum
Drum
Drumming through a song
A song of endless tune
Tune to me
To me, my love
My love, you'll be gone
Gone to another land
Landing in your hometown.
To my secret love,
Love that is unknown
Unknown to you and the world
The world will drown it down
Down to my lonesome nights
Nights I'll dream of you
Dream
Dream
I dream you dream of me too.
Good bye.
I love you.
I'll miss you.
I hope I'll see you again.
And again
And again.
And again.
I hope one day,
One day
I'll be yours
Yours to love.
Love.
Love and hold.
Old poem. It's more of an infatuation than love though.
 Apr 2014 MsMercedes
Theia Gwen
Heart thumping
Face on the desk
We're talking about suicide
And I know what comes next

She tells us not to look
We have to close our eyes
She says it's an anonymous survey
And I wonder if I should lie

Raising our hands is a yes
And everything inside me
Screams no while I
Try to calm my bouncing knee

I raise a tentative hand
When she asks if we've considered suicide
That tentative hand raise is the largest step I've taken
And part of me feels peace deep down inside
In Health class today we were talking about suicide and she told us to close our eyes and put our heads on the desk and she asked us a few questions about suicide and I've never told anyone blatantly that I've been suicidal so this is a small step I suppose.
 Apr 2014 MsMercedes
Francisco DH
And as the sun shone
I whistled a melody
It's notes were laughter.
And as the wind spoke
I teetered 'long the pond's edge
whistling smiles.
And as the clouds roamed
I wrote poems in the sky
Whistling his name.
A happy poem for once lol
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