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 Feb 2013 Pearly Whites
dany
i mean to tell a story,
but words formulated
spill into a mess
at my feet.

excuse me, miss,
i think you dropped
your dignity,
right there, on the floor.

kicked around and spit on,
no consideration, but
what did i care?

excuse me, sir?
I think you dropped
your heart,
right there, in plain sight.

ripped apart and taken for granted,
"love is not a victory march,"
a silent mantra, gone dead.

excuse me,
have you seen something?
have you seen the
knowledge i once possessed?

i seemed to have lost it,
a cocktail of bad decisions,
lying at my feet.

don't judge me,
for i already have judged you.
hypocrisy runs deep,
my love.

xoxo
It ain't easy
Being around you;
It ain't easy
Waiting for you;
It ain't easy
Seeing you go;
But I'll always be here;
and I'll always have a hello
Just for you,
Because no matter
If you come and go
And never stay
Long enough to know,
How much I love
To love you;
And how much It hurts me so,
I'll never close
The door behind you,
Because it's
A revolving one;
Always open;
For your arrival
Which I'll always anticipate,
And your departure
Which I'll always expect,
Never saying goodbye...
© okpoet
 Feb 2013 Pearly Whites
Maddie
I set out on a simple task.
Looked at the sun and started to ask.
"Can I change the world dear sun,
like you so often do?
Can I change the world I asked,
I want to shine like you."
The sun could see
She stared at me
And threw my question back.
"Can you change the world you said?
Is that what you asked?
My child you shine as bright as me
And with that mind, you have."
I hope this makes sense.
 Feb 2013 Pearly Whites
Maddie
Comparisons can **** you.
I struggle with them.
We all do.

Your views are distorted.
Expectations are shorted.

Could you see what I see,
There'd be no negativity.

Wish you could be like her?
Cool minded, tall, and thin like her?
So focused on her you lost yourself.

9 times out of 10.
She too does not have super thick skin.

Secrets hide, deep within.
Wishing she was pretty enough,
Skinny enough,
Tall enough,
All for him.

Girls don't know is they should wait.
For the guy worthy of a date.

If he loves you, he'll take you the way you are.
He won't leave a mental scar,
Of how you aren't enough.
Because you are.

still thinking she's better than you?
think again.

Everyone's great in their own way.
Don't ruin your day.
Making a comparison
That will tear you down.

You are your own.
You are enough.

Why be someone whom you are not?
 Feb 2013 Pearly Whites
Maddie
Red.
 Feb 2013 Pearly Whites
Maddie
Red.
The color of love,
it's said.
Red.
On the head,
Of an Irish thorough-bred.
Red.
Sinking ships,
Painted brightly on young girls' lips.
Red,
I'm led,
Where leaves in your color,
Scatter a creek bed.
Red.
Can't I wear you when I'm wed?
You say much more than the white gown,
I dread.
Red.
The petals on my bed.
The passion.
The love.
The words unsaid.
 Feb 2013 Pearly Whites
Maddie
Our fling.
Our thing.
Why did it die?
How could you?
No.
How could I?

I promised myself.
I won't cry.
I can't anyways.
I don't know why.

I could never commit.
You know.
You won't let me forget.

Suddenly,
You're with her.
In an instant,
Emotions stir.

I want you back.
I see the mark she gave you,
On your neck.

In the end,
It was my own doing.
Still,
My disgust for her keeps brewing.
 Feb 2013 Pearly Whites
Maddie
Sunday.
Alone.
I write,
On my own.
May I?
I may.
Do things I didn't,
Yesterday.
each new shake of the square box,
another white stick.
the lighter to burn her death certificate
after her lips have already signed.
It's not me.
I haven't changed one **** bit.
I used to like to sleep.
But then you would keep me up with your long talks and sweet words.
Now I stay up waiting for at least a text from you.
Until I grow tired and weary of waiting.
And nothing.

It's not me.
I haven't changed one **** bit.
I didn't care for poetry before.
And now look at me.
Waist deep in metaphors and things that don't rhyme, trying to find some crazy way to explain how hurt, angry, and in love I am with you.
I haven't changed one **** bit.

It's not me.
I haven't changed one **** bit.
I am the constant in this ever changing world of liars and people who run.
I have been traded and sold, but I am still the same.
I have gained and ultimately lost, yet I am still the same.
So hell yes; I am blaming you.
You have become restless in this world and decided to break free of your mold.
Decided to break free of me.
But it's fine.
I am still the **** same.
Not really sure what I was trying to accomplish here. I was just mad ._. I think I might add to it later.
I never knew dawn could break,
With peace so deep and hope so wide,
Until that first morning when I awoke,
And you lay sleeping by my side.*

I never knew I could laugh,
Without a care in the world; with such ease,
Until that first moment you infected me,
Contagious with your mirth; how you do tease.

I never knew I could feel so alive,
So aware of the world around me,
Until that first kiss we shared,
Electrifying feelings I could see.

I never knew what God had in store,
The plans he wrought long ago,
Until that first night,
I met you on the dance floor.

I never knew how much I could love,
With a fervor unknown to me,
Until that first thought,
I realized you fit me like a glove.

I never knew that I would ever discover,
What I searched for desperately,
Until that first instant,
You my lover...
© okpoet
From the beginning up to the asterisk is a quote by Robert Sexton.
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