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 Jun 2013 Destiny Copeland
marina
braving the thunder was
nothing
compared to braving the
lightning beneath your
fingertips.
because i made a friend at camp. that i really like.  a lot.
and we sat just outside the dining hall together trying to escape the rain and i almost fell asleep beside him and he just sat there and rubbed circles on my back and stroked my hair and it was the cutest thing ever fjdkalfsda.  he's just the greatest; i don't even care what we end up being, as long as i have him in my life.  i suffer from severe anxiety and abandonment issues and i was scared at first to let myself *actually* care about somebody new but i honestly have never been so comfortable around somebody so fast in my life.  he's really something
One day,
There will be no killings,
No wars or scandals.
No breakups or fights,
No bullying or suicides.
Everyone will be happy and considered sane,
And world will be all around a better place.
But today,
Is not that day.
 Jun 2013 Destiny Copeland
Mads
looking down
she writes her poems
clears her throat
breathes the smoke

takes a sip
smiles away
and tries to find
the words to say
Complicated times when you can't find words to say so you just write poetry in your head.
The cuts are red as she goes to bed and when she woke they were all healed up.
But sadly her insides are as black as they were before she slept.
And her skin as white as a ghost's, she is almost invisible to herself.
She smiles and laughs as if it's okay, but she's worse everyday.
Each and everyday harder than the last, but "it's okay" she says.
"Nothing."
"I'm fine."
I'm falling apart Is what she thinks as the tears are shed.
 Jun 2013 Destiny Copeland
Pax

I am stained
I am in pain

The look in her eyes
The sound of her voice
The taste of her lips
The scent of her skin
The warmth of her hug
  
Memories
Do not leave me
Breathless




© Pax
Hallelujahs have turned.
Day into endless night.
Memories have spoiled.
Rid me of your sight.

Save me from this nightmare.
This thundercloud above.
I can't escape this anguish.
Still feel the aches of love.

Sad poems flow right through me.
They're like this bad disease.
They all reek of loneliness.
Though I write them with such ease.

Perhaps I am just waiting.
For someone new to come.
But until they show their face to me.
These saddened words will numb.
 Jun 2013 Destiny Copeland
Ben
Drain
 Jun 2013 Destiny Copeland
Ben
Repetition lessens the impact;
I've seen it all before
Your tears may glimmer in the light
But they draw no reflection in my heart

Sometimes I think of what you used to mean
A dazzling girl, full of fire
But now you are pettiness incarnate,
drawing something less than nothing on my emotions subtle chords

So sing your sad tune all you like little birdy
For your song has lost its meaning
just the result of some rather intense thinking on life, because everything in my life wasn't totally a cliche yet
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