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 Sep 2015 cee
Erin
haunting thoughts
 Sep 2015 cee
Erin
When I was younger, dreams of you haunted me with sickening fire and brutality,
I would wake up with tear streaked cheeks just begging the air that you would visit me
When I grew older, the dreams lessened and a strong ache grew in my chest,
allowing me to breathe less and less until the point where I suffocated with longing for you
And now I am here and instead of a burning ache I get outbursts of fierce intensity, bringing me to the edge of my sanity leaving me weak and broken
So tell me, did it hurt you to be apart from me or was I the only one counting the days
 Sep 2015 cee
Phantasmagoria
I woke up today
thinking that I may
call you and just say
that I no longer care.

the truth is that I do
my heart still roots for you,
wishing yours would too
not wander towards blue.

I get crazy mad
thinking that you kept
staring at some babe
touching yourself and yet

knowing that I do
wait **** next door for you
laying in the bed
in despair and sad.

it’s no big deal to you
that’s just what you do
to make yourself get through
the stuff life has for you.

I'm far from happiness
for me this is no bliss
and so my fury keeps
whispering me to “kiss”

for all the chewing why
you sound and sad goodbye.

and then I lie and say
that maybe it’s okay
life is more than gray
I bite my tongue and stay.

I woke up today
thinking that I may
call you and just say
that I no longer care.
 Aug 2015 cee
Melissa Jaca
I wonder what would happen if you knew,
Those times when I had a glimpse of you,
Smiling with those eyes that can't seem to be true,
Or on that day when we talk about dew,
And how my heart was racin' but you've got no clue,
Oh, what would happen if you knew,
How many times my heart aches for you,
Though in love I still feel blue,
For deep in my heart, I knew it too.
That there can be no such thing as me and you.

-MCJ
This poem was based on the author's personal experience.
 Aug 2015 cee
Caitlin
Day Drinking
 Aug 2015 cee
Caitlin
There is not enough ***** in the world
to help me forget the feeling of your skin on mine.
The burn in my throat is nothing
compared to the sting in my heart.
The innocent kisses,
are the ones that hurt the worst.
we decided after 4pm it wasn't day drinking but its 3:53 pm.
Yes, I'm listening to mayday parade again.
You shouldn't have kissed my nose.
10W
You
Truly
Realise
Life
Is
Short
When
Times
Running
Out.
Just a quick thought.
 Jul 2015 cee
Pudge
don't you dare fall in love with a writer. the exquisite pleasure of loving him will come with a price. he will turn your lips into metaphors, his poetry will be stuck in between your teeth, and he will make you fall in love with each and every flaw that you have, his tongue will embody his lust and the skin between your legs will become his canvass. his lies will be so white it will be a more potent form of *******. and not for long, he will turn you into just another boring piece of literature.
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