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  Dec 2014 Richard K
Dolores L Day
There is no such thing
as a note-worthy conformist
This came out of my mouth one day, and I thought it was genius.
Richard K Nov 2014
I got a sore neck from resting my head on your shoulder.
I don't even mind, I would love to be close as the skies get colder.

My eyes are sore from not seeing you,
My heart is light with the joy of knowing this is all true.

I can't write my ******* essay,
I am too busy thinking of how I don't want you to stray.

My mind is sore from thinking about this spark,
My skull rings with this beat as I lay awake in the dark.

Hearing you say these words can be kind of terrifying,
But when you remind me you care, it is the sound of my world clarifying.

I want to be sore, I want to remember,
The way we were close, just fan the spark, don't put out the ember.
It was all very, very nice.
  Oct 2014 Richard K
Dolores L Day
Hello, cute boy from my English class.
Who makes up secret handshakes and tolerates my laugh.
I thought you were common, simply sporty and tall.
But resent discovery shows that's not right at all.

Love blooms in winter, and I'm noticing some rain.
It begins to hail and snow when someone says your name.
I can no longer write poetry and my homework is past due.
My mind is too distracted with the need to talk to you.

So let us talk, my dear. Let us conversate.
Let's talk for so long we get to class late.
Today's a conversation but tomorrow is a kiss.
In your eyes I see the future and in your hands I'll find my bliss.
For the first time, he talks about me just as much as I talk about him.
  Oct 2014 Richard K
Dolores L Day
I lay in bed as we both text Kelly asking if we're doing okay.

Today, I want to say things to your face. I want to look into your green eyes and tell you that you're doing a fine ******* job.

Today, I want you to tell me that I am beautiful and that you won't leave me when my hair becomes curly again.

Today, I want us to be perfectly honest in who we are and love very second of it.

Today, I want you to hold me and tell me how interesting I am and that I smell nice.
Each day this week was not good enough because it wasn't Sunday.
Richard K Oct 2014
Fires, flames
Dancing pain,
Flames, fires
They are only liars.

I want to scream,
And I want to be with you,

I want to be.
With.
You.

Whatever that is, I want to be by your side.
I want to feel the flame and forget that I lied.

I cannot think about anything else,
That isn't such a great thing, but with you my heart melts.

All I want is to be happy. Simple as that,
If only they didn't stand in the way of us,
You are the only one I can look at.

Yes, I am rushing these things,
Yes, we just need time.
But right now, my only wish is that I was right by your side.

I want to walk through the dark with you,
I want to talk through this flame with you,

Walk with me again my friend,
No matter what, we can be here till the end.

This poem has no structure, I don't know where it is going,
Just like our hearts, seem like they are always flowing.

Flowing and twisting like a burning river,
Blasting and surging, this flame makes me shiver.

Oh god, I don't even care what we are,
We can be nothing, something or  somewhere in-between,
Just so long as you don't go too far.

I want to feel the flame I feel when you are around,
Want to know what it is like to feel loved and found.

Five days on, two days off,
Those two days make her scoff.

But I don't like even two days away from you.
Feeding the flame is all that I can do.

Fires, flames
Pleading pains,
Flames, fires,
Fickle as desires.
I feel like I can't write good poems when I am happy. The problem is I don't even know if  I am happy, so I just write bad poems.
Richard K Oct 2014
Grey clouds gather and I can see them reflected in your eyes.
Grey clouds gather as we lay under these skies.

The rain comes down, we run from it all.
The rain comes down, will you catch me if I fall?

I don't want to read too deep,
Into the things you do,
Or the things that I see at night when I sleep.

But it is hard when you practically said that you love me,
It is hard when I don't know what you want this to be.

Am I just wasting time? Waiting for the words to be said.
Or am I just wasting time, is it all in my head?

I am used to you pulling ahead,
We should have kissed long ago,
My soul feels like led.

But maybe it simply feels like a bird,
I am ready to fly,
Ready for my cry to be heard.

I am filled with joy and fear all at the same time
Is this beating heart even mine?

The rain came down, I felt so alive,
The rain came down, I like when we just drive.

I think I finally realize, you are my cup of tea,
Come on friend, come and cut me free.

Come pick my petals and kiss me quick,
Come make my heart explode and make me your pick.

If you fill up my cup, can I fill yours too?
As this rain pours down, tell it can be true.
I want it.
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