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 Feb 2018 Raindrop
Dirk
In Love
 Feb 2018 Raindrop
Dirk
I am in love with a girl that has the prettiest smile, who basks in the morning light with a pillow shoved on her head and a grumble of 'five more minutes'
I am in love with a boy that has the prettiest eyes. who loves watching the moon and stars and has eyes that are just as grey as the clouds above him.

I am in love with a girl that has bad days almost everyday, and texts me about her new level on a video game to try and distract me from her feelings
I am in love with a boy that has a bad past and rarely talks about it, and when he does it's little snippets sprinkled with funny stories to lighten the mood

I am in love with a girl that told me one day she was now a boy, and I assured him I would call him by the right pronouns and name and he cried.
I am in love with a boy that told me one day he is still a boy, and I assured him I already knew and told him his dress was still cute, and he grinned.

I am in love with a gender fluid boy that sometimes loves dresses and sometimes wants nothing but his chest to be flat and his voice to be deep.
I am in love with someone who's idea of perfection isn't what he sees in the mirror, instead it's when you love someone and all their faults, but I assure him that he is mine either way.
 Feb 2018 Raindrop
cat
your lips..
 Feb 2018 Raindrop
cat
your lips
remind me
of the words
my hands
wish
they had the courage
to write
 Dec 2017 Raindrop
Thomas King
Burning embers flicker like fireflies
Aimlessly buzzing the night skies

Beautiful hands of flame
Reach out to caress all that is within reach
Intimately embracing tree and shrub
With molten hot arms

Kissing flowers and licking grass
With its searing tongue and fiery lips
As it breathes its scorching breath
Of loneliness and desire
Into the noxious smoke filled air

Charred remains
Are left smoldering and lifeless
In the wake of a ravenous appetite
For passion and closeness
That it can never feel

But greedily engulfing and devouring
Everything in its desire to be held close
Until it has consumed everything
Including the life giving air needed to sustain it

Reducing it to a single starving flame
That is finally put out of its misery
By a merciful last breath
Of a dying wind
 Dec 2017 Raindrop
tamia
he is...
 Dec 2017 Raindrop
tamia
i. he is a dancer,
he moves with such grace
he's spent his youth
dancing in front of mirrors,
he knows the way his body moves
as much as he is sure of himself

ii. he is starlight
he has seen the cosmos
and through his smile
he shares the wonders of the world
i could never see for myself

iii. he is a gentleman
he regards everyone sincerely
chivalrous in his beauty,
he walks with kindness
and acts with heart

iv. he is a storyteller
after his past of good and bad,
he is what he says
words stream from his mind
like rain drops on windows
he speaks with purpose
without ever intending to hurt anyone
but only wanting to love

v. he is my lionheart,
he braves the flashing lights
he does not mind being himself
raw and out in the open
he carries his books around
and can be silly without a care

vi. he is a wonder
shining among the chaos of his world,
and even king midas could not
conjure a heart as golden as his.
It's not as easy as you think,
To trust someone with all your heart,
Because once you've felt the pain of an ending,
You become too scared to look for a start.

When you have heard countless excuses,
Listened to a thousand alibis,
Youll start to assume that fairytales,
Are only nightmares in disguise.

I spent my childhood escaping,
The monsters underneath my bed,
But I grew up when they moved out,
And started living in my soul instead.
This is a little dark but i think it is one of my best pieces. Thoughts anyone?
 Jun 2017 Raindrop
Kat
ghost.
 Jun 2017 Raindrop
Kat
I heard them when I was five.
A whisper. A soft caress.
I couldn't believe they'd be like the rest,
So soft and loving, they were the best
A gentle breeze, is what they were,
and gentle they stayed, until they weren't,
I didn't know they'd only bring hurt.

I saw them when I was ten.
A home. A friend.
But they spun and moved so I couldn't see,
What they really turned out to be.
By now they had my trust in their hand,
Why couldn't I see this is what they had planned?
The ghost in my head, they're driving me mad.

They killed me when I was fifteen.
A blessing? A curse?
The words they said, on repeat in my mind,
until my mask was the only thing left to hide behind.
But one monday night when it became too much,
My life, my youth, was stripped from my clutch
And the ghost said goodbye, for they owed me that much.
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