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 Sep 2018 Patrick
Bek Blanchard
Drop me in your ocean
I will try not to drown
Vast and full of life
Beautiful and profound

Swallow me in your waves
Wildly unsound
Thrilling and revealing
Unstable and confound
 Sep 2018 Patrick
Hayley
Hungry to bed hungry to rise makes me a smaller size
Hungry to bed hungry to rise i began falling for my anorexic lies
Hungry to bed hungry to rise makes me wanna go exercise
Hungry to bed hungry to rise sweet as sugar but im cold as ice
I craved his approval
His touch
His kiss
bliss,
My bones protruded
My smile widened
So close yet so far.
twirling twining
undermining
mixing thoughts of
what could be

wheeling whirling
so perturbing
ticking
timing
when
will
it
be
my father was getting close to his departure from earth ...when i wrote this...
Like a hapless fly
trapped in a spider’s tricky web,
I struggle.

A vicious web,
a thousand hairy hands,
crooked as they are,
they descended on me
to squeeze my sensibilities
in their roguish grip.

A hapless fly
trapped in a spider’s tricky web,
I struggle.
 Sep 2018 Patrick
To Happy:
 Sep 2018 Patrick
If moments in our life can be put in a cd player,
I would:

Play the Moments
Pause the Memories
Stop the Pain
Rewind the Happiness
To only remember happy things
 Sep 2018 Patrick
Maxim Keyfman
somewhere there behind the clouds for
clouds behind the forests beyond the seas
behind the clouds behind the apple trees for
oranges for orange for
somehow bright bright color
where is where you are there
where are you where I am somewhere
there we are somewhere somewhere

where there are large and
powerful and strong and strong and airy
where we live and where there
we love there we are inspired and there we are
with you we live and breathe andwe die somewhere
there where that there where that there behind clouds
somewhere there behind the forests
beyond the seas behind the clouds
behind the apple trees behind the
oranges behind the orange and
that's how we all live in flight and in running

24.09.18
 Sep 2018 Patrick
Lyss Brianne
You want me to be your manic pixie dream girl
So today I am a gardener
I’ll plant daisies and you can put them in my hair

Tomorrow you’ll fall in love with the freckles on my nose
I’ll make you sing along to bands you’ve never heard of
We’ll stop on the side of a highway to watch the sunset
I’ll remind you of what it feels like to be alive

You tell me to be a supporting character in your great adventure
So I’ll tag along behind you
Make you stop and look at bugs on the sidewalk
You’ll love the way I’m not like other girls

I’ll get a tattoo of a flower on my ribs
You’ll call me amaryllis
And I’ll change my name because you want me to
I’ll be the garden you grow with your green thumb
The one you show off to your friends
Make them bask in my beauty until you feel better about yourself

Eventually I’ll lose my shimmer
No more golden glitter, just dust
You’ll write the final chapter of my life
Give me the unsuspecting ending you believe I deserve
Stuff me in a suitcase and bury me in the backyard
Make everyone believe I ran away
Chasing a romanticized version of life I could never give
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