Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 Mar 2015 tap
mvlly
Halfway There
 Mar 2015 tap
mvlly
I miss you.
I miss my oxygen.

It's been days since I have felt your touch,
since I have felt your delicate fingers caress my cheekbones.

It's been so long since I have heard your warm breath speak "I love you" that I am starting to get cold.

It has been weeks since I've seen you smile at me the way you used to.
Now you turn away at the sight of me.

My eager eyes have started to turn grey because you are gone.
My skin is decaying because it no longer has your touch.
My blood is freezing without you.

I fear my lungs will die soon without the air they need.
They are already halfway there.
first poem aaahhh
 Mar 2015 tap
Maddy Van Buren
i never cursed a name
or wanted to see graves
but my ears are bleeding
and i thought we were fine
you kept saying we were fine
i'm dusting off our old plans
making maps of the mistakes
connected the lie to the lost words
the ones you didn't mean to speak
an astronomical rate of error
detected in these long forgotten
conversations we were always
trying not to have
but i thought, only hoped
your cold wouldn't find its way
back to her
 Mar 2015 tap
oh-the-oddities
one who wished to fly,
     a man of great metaphors
     whom we'll surely miss.
mentor he became,
     taught us many ways of life
     before he took flight.
To our greatest teac-- wait no, to our greatest friend!! its time to fly!
You move as fast as you can,
you must stop the bleeding,
without, all is lost..
It’s like that you know,
life and death.
It requires
effort,
nerve,
courage,
blindness,
stupidity,
unrealisti­c expectations,
sobriety,
self awareness,
selflessness,
sacrifice,
love,
hate,
fear,
and strength.
 Mar 2015 tap
xx
Celestial Love
 Mar 2015 tap
xx
I used to be your sun
The only star in your day
That burns in the sky
But now I'm your moon
Who watches you over
Quiet in the shadows
Not a star anymore
Just someone you pass by
Because now I'm only
A single part of the night
That fades along with the dark
And no longer the reason
For you to wake up
 Mar 2015 tap
Anonymous Always
i hate that saying
"there are no mistakes in art"
because the truth is
the only true art is a mistake
a mistake in its purest finest and most beautiful form
-anonymous always
 Mar 2015 tap
anonymous999
you are not delicate.
when your flesh bruises, when your bones break, when your head aches, when your lover leaves, you will carry on.
there is a reason tears do not burn skin.
your muscles were made to lift your heavy heart and leaden legs.
you were made to carry on.

so when he tells you "i don't love you anymore," your bones will not allow you to collapse, your muscles will carry you forward. there is a reason your eyes are in the front of your head. don't look back.

you will not break.
you are not a cheap manufactured toy.
you are an exquisite human being hand-crafted by the likes of god.
your weak joints cannot be snapped.
you are made of blood, sweat, and tears and you are resilient.
your heart will not break. the average human heart heart has over 2 billion beats in it. until you are old and wrinkled, your heart will be there, ba-thum, ba-thum, reminding you that yes, you are alive, you are so alive.

your bones don't break on a nightly basis.
a force of 1,700 pounds per square inch is required to fracture a femur, and yes, i know his words felt like punches, but your ribs are quite alright.

i know that your past sits on your shoulders, i promise that you were made to bear its weight.

your heart strings are made of solid steel and though you may not have an iron grip, you learn to catch the curveballs. i promise.

so no, you will not break.
you are not delicate. you are strong, you are beautiful, you are unique.
you will not break.
you will endure
don't give up
 Mar 2015 tap
Renee
It's Funny How
 Mar 2015 tap
Renee
It's funny what you remember about people
Their favorite colors,
their favorite songs,
what made them smile,
what made them laugh
the sweet things they said
what they got passionate about,
what they talked about at two in the morning
when no one else listened

It's funny how you remember how their hair fell in their face
and how their hoodie always hung
and the way they shuffle their feet when they walk,
and puff out their cheeks slightly in stress
how they got *******
the way they talk
the way they could be a mess

It's funny that you remember things about people
that don't seem to matter
but you love them,
and miss them
It's sad that you remember people, really.
It's sad that you can't forget
and oh so easily move on
it's sad that a lot of times you don't even want to
Next page