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 Jul 2013 Roberta Day
Tori G
You make my poetry crumble
Like a building set for demolition.
I want to write beautiful things,
But when I gaze upon you
My mind draws a blank.
I don't understand it really;
We are miles away from each other,
Yet you make my legs restless
And my knees as weak as gelatin.
Your icy blue eyes peer into
My soul until I can't help but melt-
I am in too deep for comfort.
I am sinking fast in the quicksand
Of your sweetly smooth words.
I am fighting off my feelings left and right
But nothing will stop you from knocking
Down the walls I have worked so hard to build up.
I want to tell you I love you like you have
Time and time again. But alas I cannot,
Because I don't want to be hurt or worse-
Hurt you.
It's not fair that you pull at my heart strings
Like you do because I have nothing in rebuttal.
Everytime I try my jaw locks up,
My lips seal tightly shut,
And my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth
Like it does when I eat peanut butter too fast.
I try to put my feelings into poetry
But even then the message comes out wrong.
I give up!
I am just a twitterpated poetress
Who's penmanship is less than sub par...
Sleep,
being the weakest link makes me think I'll stay awake
but staying awake is not much fun unless of course you're with someone
who stays awake with you.

Insufficient funds.

I do not close my eyes for fear, I'll miss a single moment of you being near and frightened that you'll leave, I hardly dare to breathe at times
and at times I breathe these silent rhymes that sometimes do not rhyme at all but often do.
scared that you would fall asleep and leave me to keep watch,
I,
who shudder at the night and certain that I'd never be as good as what you think I'd be,take fright and hide in bright sunlight with open eyes behind closed doors and on the floor of a new day would try to wake you,hear you say,
'I never fell asleep'

But I knew you'd never keep awake
you've never felt the breaking of another day as you slept the night away and remained in one piece,at peace with all and everything
but I have listened to the dawn sing and what worries do those early birds carry upon their wings as clawing through the noisy air they flitter,fratter everywhere,
do I really care?
I do not
I have enough set on my plate
I carry such a lonely weight and I must stay awake to see another night of history slide slowly into memory.
The weakest link is never what you think
that's if you think about these things
I do
that's all I do
but wishing it away
would not help me sleep like you
No,
that would never do.

I must be true to my belief that sleep would bring me untold grief and so I stay awake and break into another day where night would only live to say
I'll see you in
your dreams.
 Jun 2013 Roberta Day
N23
If I
 Jun 2013 Roberta Day
N23
needed a keeper
I would want to be kept by
                                                           you

like a cat,
I spend hours in your lap
and in my contentment you
run your fingers
through my hair,
down my spine.

I bet that you could make me purr.

(Though, if you asked,
I'd say no.)

I want you
     to make me say
                                                    yes.
By CiCi & Niah
four hundred ninety four days.
forever became
an impossible promise.
 Jun 2013 Roberta Day
N23
I kind of love you
    when you’re drunk
    and you
    piece together words
    like a child would
    a broken vase;
quickly and clumsily,

like you are afraid of
being caught
by your own thoughts.
 Jun 2013 Roberta Day
Klaus
Done
 Jun 2013 Roberta Day
Klaus
Breathless,
Tell me to slow down.
Give me a reason  nonetheless.

Now would be nice
but forever might suffice.
 Jun 2013 Roberta Day
Katie Lo
I can't seem to grasp the fact that the world in fact is an ugly place.
We live in a world where suicide is an easier way out than being yourself.
We live in a world where kids have adult minds.
We live in a world where no one is utterly happy.

We live in a world where no one seems to understand the idea of being kind.
The world from afar is such a beautiful thing.
Yet close up, face to face with one another, everything is far much unappealing.

We live in a world where war is an option to obtain peace.
We live in a world where our leaders keep secrets from the public.
We live in a world where women cannot go outside without being harassed.
We live in a world where homosexuality is seldom accepted.

Why is it that as human beings, instead of helping our own kind, we turn our backs to one another.
One day you people will see the error of your ways.
One day you people will see the pain you've inflicted on not only others but a prolonged pain on yourselves.

But for now I'll continue to sit back and watch the planet wither. Slowly but surely.

And I just don't understand.
 Jun 2013 Roberta Day
Katie Lo
The past is a funny thing, the way it comes back unexpected.
Reminding you of who you lost, what you lost, and all you've protected.
I spent the last couple of years throwing it all away, in hope that it would bring a better day.
Old love, old faces, new love, new places.
Hateful foes and friends that never made it to the end.
It all comes together, but who knew such things would only cause me to get hurt.
Today I am a happy girl, yet I still live in this hateful world.
The pain is still present in my torn heart.
It comes back every now and then just to tear me apart.
The feeling burns on the very inside.

This is when the good and the bad finally collide.
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