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Teo Aug 2016
It's ****** to feel
Like you actually **** at
Your only talent
  Aug 2016 Teo
Shylah S
Do you like science? Cause I've got my ion you
we're a dance of subatomic particles, you get my cardiovascular system worked up

"Nerd," you declare with a smile sweeter than C6H12O6
I glare at you and giggle louder than 194 decibels, we break all the laws
I'm so attracted to you, scientists will have to make a 5th fundamental force

we fit together like sticky ends of DNA
I fall in love with you every time I see you, faster than my DNA replicates
being in your arms feels like homeostasis, we'll last longer than thorium

I think I'm kinda maybe trying to say
every time light reflects off of you and onto my retina the sudden protracted cardiac arrhythmia I get tells me that gulp Iloveyou
Teo Aug 2016
God does not write with
Ink and pen, words to be read
But in what you feel
Trying my hand at micropoetry, seems to be where it's at these days. Here's a haiku
Teo Aug 2016
Even though
I feel more dead than alive
If I never see you again
I'll be just fine
  Dec 2015 Teo
Dead lover
I am not a poet,
But a poem,
Just trying to complete myself.
Or maybe,
-I am Completing myself..
Teo Dec 2015
Waiting for the sun to come
Banish this fog
And vanish the frost
From my shuddering skin
The ice is melting, the sea overflows
The air blows hot and cold, that's something that a lot of people don't understand
Global warming coincides with ice ages
I confide my hate and my hope to adjacent pages
In my manual of how not to be
If I have to burn, I hope the sun swallows me
But the horizon lies and makes promises that it can't keep
And yeah, I feel something moving in the deep
But my world is standing still and
My armor is cracked, retract the knife from my back
Before it corrodes from my acidic soul
The shadows impose upon the earth and
The night, there is no light to go around
I see the ground and the void compromising
I see the sun still isn't rising
And the fog is tenacious, voraciously seeking
Out alveolar spaces in my lungs
If there is a god why does it only help some?
I'm so ******* tired
Just let the end come
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