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Poppi Mae Jan 2014
Like the waves and the sand,
There's always something to fall on.
Poppi Mae Jan 2014
My heart was a liar before I knew you
Now all I know is the truth

The sea becomes jealous,
Because you hold me
More than the sea whispers into the sand.

I was a Liar before I knew you
Now all I know is the truth

I'd rather die
Than let the sea speak into you;
The sand,
The way I do.

I am the waves that crash into you,
Now that I know you.
I drown you in all the good things
That I never thought existed.

But now that I know you
All I know is the truth.
metaphors
i am the waves, you are the sand, they are the sea.
the sea is nowhere near as fascinating as the waves created.
Poppi Mae Jan 2014
I let you into my heart
But you never closed the door
Now I'm empty,
And you leave with the key.

p.d
that of failed romance.
personal poem.
Poppi Mae Jan 2014
You write suicide
But I write you adoration

You write malice
But I write you endearment

You write no longer
And I write my life away
sad souls
another poem about suicide
teen hearts, sadness, disappointment.
Poppi Mae Jan 2014
Your lips were all I knew
In this crowded room

They spoke to me in ways
I can't begin to repeat
They showed me meaning

They taught me more than anyone else could have.
I knew your lips, before I even knew you.
We sat and talked for a while
Thinking up ideas,
The both of us rather spending time under the stars
Than in a room full of dispute, anger, and the unknown.

You waved goodbye, and my heart fluttered
As if I, and my own heart we're talking to you.

These things only happen sporadically,
It was chance,
It was the best thing that ever happened to me.
kissing at parties
laying under the stars
romance, chance, thoughts and ideas.
great feelings never to have existed in the real world,
only the one that belongs inside my head.
Poppi Mae Jan 2014
Sink into me
As we sink into the sea
All I taste is salty water,
The uncertainty,
And the thought
That this was the greatest idea we've ever had.
This poem writes suicide in it's own way.
sink into me
into the sea
salty water
uncertainty.
ideas, thoughts, the greatest things.
Poppi Mae Jan 2014
The wavelengths of my own imagination
Spill out into your mind.

You finally comprehend,
This isn't a dangerous world
Only interesting, fascinating,
And beyond anyone's understanding.
fascination, imagination, spill, mind, comprehend, understand, dangerous, wonderful, great, things, amazing.
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