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  Sep 2018 Neli
Harry Roberts
I Was Just Looking For D,
Now I'm Adrift In The Sea,
So Sweetie Who Will I Be?
When You're Through With Me.

He's Looking Hungry I Think That He'll Tear Me,
Put On My Skin He's So Nasty He'll Wear Me,
I Know The Drill So *** Doesn't Scare Me,
I Feel The Thrill & Know Him Only Barely.

Shameful, I Know How I Change With The Flow,
Blameful, I'm Not How I Seem Let It Show,
Unattainable, I'm A Flame At The Wick,
Irrefutably, To My Light You Will Stick.

He's Charming Me,
Then Disarming Me,
Never Even Alarming Me,
All Of His Essence Calming Is Me.

Shameful, I Know What It Takes To Just Grow,
Blameful, Are People Who Darken Your Glow,
Unattainable, His Lips On My Brow While His Hands On My Hips & His Hands Take Me Now,
Irrefutably Yours, His Hands Cover Jaws, His Mouth Against Mine & It Crossed A Thin Line.
Harry Roberts - Wear Me © 23/00/18
  Sep 2018 Neli
Cindy Long
I want to hold you
Touch you
Oh how I long to feel you
Get under your skin
To breathe you in
God, just be close to you

You dont have to say it
I already know
It's so hard not to want you
I do, though I'm not supposed to

I see you struggle
And I know it's my fault
I know I need to go
But your eyes beg me to stay
You take my breath away
I say I know. I can't, I wont.
And yet I still do.

You dont have to say it
I already know
It's so hard not to want you
I do, though I'm not supposed to

I need inside you
Confide in you
I need to kiss you
I just ******* need to
I know I know I know
We can't be
Why can't you see that-

You dont have to say it
You really don't.
I already know
God, I know.
It's so hard not to want you
I do, you know I do.
Though I'm not supposed to

Tell me you don't want me
I dont-
Liar.
Tell me you don't need me, crave me
****-
God, I'm trying
I'm fighting not to
But I see you in everything
Anything
And it's-
You blow my ******* mind and
I KNOW
We're not supposed to
And yet here we are
Cursing your name
MOTH TO THE FLAME

You dont have to say it
I already know
It's so hard, so hard, so hard, so-

YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE
MY ONLY SUNSHINE
YOU MAKE ME HAPPY
WHILE SKIES ARE GREY
AND YOU'LL NEVER KNOW DEAR
HOW MUCH I LOATHE YOU
BUT STILL DONT TAKE MY SUNSHINE AWAY.
You are my sunSHINE
My only sunSHINE
You'll never know dear
How much I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU.
Though I'm not supposed to.
  Sep 2018 Neli
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
  Sep 2018 Neli
Laura
I can see my breath
And for some reason
That frightens me
For some reason
I'm very frightened
By everything today
I'm frightened
By my own thoughts
By my own existence
Just by being alone
And I don't know
If that's normal
I don't know
If people understand
What that's like
To be afraid
Of the mind
You live in
To be afraid
Of the life
You were born in
But it's scary
And I don't like it
I don't like
Seeing my breath
I don't like
Seeing my veins
I don't like
Feeling my pulse
As I live my scared life
Because I'm truly frightened
By everything in my mind
And I don't know how to stop it
I don't know how to change it
I don't know what to do
And that scares me
  Sep 2018 Neli
Clelia Albano
I don't know if names exist before
things or things exist before names.
I don't know if you are your name
or your name is you. I only know
that I hunt for words I can scream
out loud, I can pronounce tasting
the salt and the sweet inside a
noun that reminds me of you, I
can drink as it was the water in
your iris, I can swallow like waves
of red wine getting me drunk the
way you do. I hunt for words where
I can see you, I can find you, I can
feel you, even in other languages
because one is not enough.
Once there was a time I was obsessed with the "grammatical platonism" of Jean Jolivet. I'm still fascinated by this conundrum of the names and I love to think that Poetry gives me access to a sort of Hyperuranium.
  Sep 2018 Neli
English Jam
The air is perfumed with fresh rosemary's
And the wild springs with lush berries
Their presence colours the nursery with a sweet loom
It bleeds into the forecast for tomorrow's gloom
Nostalgia hits hard, heartbreaking and eerie
For a day when I wasn't paranoid and weary
Well, I'll be down by the Brighton pier
Watching birds float past in lonely fear
I'd love to turn away

The pristine sun shines like Hades
The outside scent is yellow, maybe
Little daises laugh in the foreground
Gardens sow a loving sound
Once I could see hope in the trees
And the love that whispered on the breeze
Now the trees foreshadow longing
And the gale howls with wronging
I'd love to turn away

The intimacy in my yellow tinted flowers seems to have faded
And the soft orchards have been invaded
My words burnt in a smouldering pile of dust
And steaming with the heat of my lust
I told a crowd I had something to say
But the people turned away
away
away...
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