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Nov 2015 · 194
Move with me.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
I need
Your movements
To match
With mine
Once more.
Nov 2015 · 706
My sun and my moon.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
She tries to keep her smile hidden,
To hold it inside of her
For just a moment longer
Before letting it out
All at once.

You don't need to hide your joy from me
Don't keep it locked inside.
Set it free for all to see,
We could all use a little laughter.
We could all use a little sun.

You're so light,
I'll say it again.
You put the sun to shame.
There's no other way to say it.
No other words can express
The way you light up a room
Just by simply
Being in it.

She stretches out her arms
And lets out a sigh.
Before pulling her palms
Above her head.
She's tired.
It's time for the sun to get some rest.

Cue the moon.
He walks in after a long day at work.
He hates it.
He wants wants to quit.
He wants to leave.
But instead,
He kisses me.

You're so smooth,
So wise,
So calming.
You give me chills
The way you shimmer
In the middle of the night.

Your tender lips
Form a crescent
Against your face
As they turn upward
To greet me.

Sunshine can be nice
But I'll spend my nights
With the moon.
I'll see you in the morning
My dear light.
Nov 2015 · 267
Get out.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
Don't you dare talk ill of them.
Not my girl.
Not my guy.
How dare you say those things.
How dare you have those thoughts.
How dare you tell me.

I love them and I will fight for them
Through every little thing.
So you want to tell me they are wrong?
You want to tell me they are bad?
You have the audacity to tell me they are no good?

Who the hell do you think you are.
Don't you ever talk about them that way.
Don't you ever talk about them again.
Unless you're crawling back to them
To apologize at their feet.
Don't you dare.
I can't handle people who look for the bad in others. Get out of my life if you're going to be that way. I'm done with you.
Nov 2015 · 522
And yet, it's all the same.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
How could I possibly love them both?
It just doesn't make any sense.
It shouldn't work that way.
It doesn't work that way.
It isn't right.

And yet...
His smile...
Her eyes...
His laugh..
Her lips...

I can't ignore the fact
That I feel the same emotions
For both of them.

There are certain things
That I simply can't deny.
My body and my heart
Will not allow it.

And yet...
I hide...
I fear...
I lie...
I change...

And yet...
I still feel the same.
Nov 2015 · 520
Stay mine.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
I need you
To be strong for me.
I cannot do it on
My own.

I've fallen away from
What I was.
I'm so pathetic.
I'm sorry.

But you're so strong,
Please stay with me.
If I'm too messed up
I'll change.

Anything
To keep you
A little longer.
A little closer.
A little fonder.
Nov 2015 · 685
Losing without you.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
I'm lost
I'm lost
I'm lost.

I'm lost without your loving.
And I'm completely out of words.
And I'm completely out of rhyming.

I need you once again
To bring back that special something.
I need to feel your touch again
Just to bring me back from nothing.
Nov 2015 · 264
Wish dangerously.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
Please ungrant my wishes
On every star and every candle
Every penny in a fountain
Take them all.
I cannot risk having one of them
Come true.
Nov 2015 · 6.4k
Lips upon lips upon lips.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
Nothing compares to a kiss on the lips.
You can brush your lips up against her temple
And you can kiss him on the cheek,
But all those kisses pale in comparison
To a kiss on the lips.

See there's a sort of passion and commitment
That can only be found when lips collide.
You can share a moment with his neck
And give her love on the small of her back
But all those kisses pale in comparison
To a kiss on the lips.

Because while our lips are making small talk in the space between our cheeks we share in a sort of connection that only lips can provide. A sort of understanding that this is more than just a moment of lust, or a second of seduction. This is a sort of connection that holds its ground. Because even if love fails, lips are remembered. Lips don't forget. Lips are forever.
Nov 2015 · 2.0k
So uncertain, so carefree.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
His soothing eyes
And his carefree smile
Are all I need
In the midst
Of such
Uncertainty.
Nov 2015 · 1.1k
You're so light.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
I want to catch up all the sunlight
And give it to you.
And yes, people will be upset,
Because I took their sun away,
But they will understand
Once they see your face.

Because there is no truer thing
Than the obvious chemistry
Between you
And all things
Light.
Nov 2015 · 838
More of her all.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
Her beautiful, beautiful
Breath.
From her beautiful, beautiful
Mouth.
Onto my desperate, desperate
Skin.
And I'm always, always
Wanting.
More
More
More.
Sometimes I write things from a different point of view. Is this what he thinks when we're together? I can only imagine.
Nov 2015 · 999
The world is within you.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
I get lost in your eyes
In the purest of ways,
Like being lost on the beach
On the sunniest days.

And I'm caught by your touch,
So smooth and so sure,
I'm caught altogether
In all that we were.
Nov 2015 · 383
Let me do this.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
I want to get a point across.
To write something that lingers.
I want to make a masterpiece,
Let beauty flow from my fingers.
I want to write a piece of work
That's truly worth your while.
I want to ask for just an inch,
And really take a mile.
I want to live a life that's free
Where people see the good.
I want to sing out in the open,
Not just say I should.
Pretty sure this is part of one the first poem I ever wrote. I split it into two parts and this is the second half.
Nov 2015 · 482
Test me out.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
Do they care for what I am?
Do they see the truth in me?
Because it feels as though my words are frivolous,
As though no one can see.
That what I've got is meant for them
To test, to poke, to ****.
To figure out
And then they'll find
That this is no facade.
This is the first part of my first ever poem. I was really proud of it and it lead me to continue writing.
Nov 2015 · 378
Eyes and lips.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
Why is it that
When I speak
I cannot draw my eyes
Off of your lips?

And when at last I look up at you,
You do not meet my gaze.
For your eyes are strongly fixed
Upon my mouth.

So why must we stop our eyes
From speaking up
And interrupting our words
For a kiss?
I feel like this needs another verse. Any advice?
Nov 2015 · 349
Word alcoholism.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
Speak to me.
This stranger business need not last
If you'd open up
And spill words out.

I'd love a drink.
Nov 2015 · 957
Just the same.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
And her kisses were fading,
They were growing ever slower
As they moved away from her
Over to him.

And she always saw it coming,
They were never truly lovers,
But it hit her in the stomach
Just the same.

And now that she has left her
And she went off to her other,
She doesn't really know
Just how to feel.

Because while she may have her other,
As her never lover did,
The loss she feels
Is ever just the same.
Nov 2015 · 308
Similar nothing.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
She doesn't feel the same,
He doesn't feel the same,
They never feel the same
Way that I feel.
Nov 2015 · 321
All night long.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
It's time for bed
I have to go
To sleep now,
It is late.

I'd like to stay up longer
But tomorrow cannot wait.

So I will lay my head down
And for hours be sedate.

Till the sun comes up
To greet the sky
And play at Heaven's gate.
Nov 2015 · 373
Anger.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
I get so mad.
I don't know why
I wish that I could stop
Myself from yelling at my mom
And glaring at my pop.
At times they don't do anything
(I said I can't explain)
Yet I react
So horridly
(I can't help but complain)
They don't deserve my anger.
They don't deserve my rage.
So I will write my madness out
And leave it on the page.
Nov 2015 · 284
Anxiety.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
Sometimes class is really hard
And I don't learn a thing.
At times
I don't
Even want
To see what the day may bring.
I leave the class
And walk a bit.
I try to hide my tears.
But in the end
I'm crying hard,
I cannot stop my fears.
What if I
Can never learn?
What if I am hopeless?
What if like
An old tv,
I'm broken and remote-less?
As though there is
No way to change
My channel
Or
My fate.
I think these thoughts
As I walk to class.
From crying,
I am late.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
Good days come and pass,
But bad days stop all time.
They bring about
Tears of spite
They darken every rhyme.
I hate bad days
They ruin me,
They take from me my joy.
And sweep away all thoughts of peace
With their malicious ploy.
Nov 2015 · 343
My drunken heart.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
Today has been a rough one,
It brought me to my brink.
It kept me from all bubbly laugh
And caused my love to drink.
My heart is drunk, my voice is sunk,
Alas, it cannot swim.
I'm broken, I'm unspoken,
And my spirit has gone dim.
Nov 2015 · 214
We might.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
I cannot find the words to say,
The ones to set things right.
The English language
Falls away
And leaves me with
"We might."

We might succeed
We might work out
We just might carry on.
But deep inside
The words that occupy me are:
"You're wrong."
Nov 2015 · 416
Let me out of today.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
There's no way to explain it.
There's nothing I can say.
The world moves on without me.
I cannot leave this day.

I'm trapped within it's barriers
There's no way to get out.
And no one seems to hear me
When I yell and scream and shout.
Nov 2015 · 327
Craving you.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
I miss you.
And I can't make sense
Of how
Or why
Or what
Makes me miss someone so dearly
Till I feel it in my gut.

And it wouldn't be so baffling
Had it been another time.
For I haven't anyone to miss...
It seems to be that I'm

All alone down here.
Just missing you,
You, whom I've never met.
And though I know it sounds impossible,
I cannot seem to let

This empty feeling leave my bones.
Once hollow to the core,
Now they're filled up with this loneliness,
They're always craving more.
Nov 2015 · 785
No, not her..
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
She craves his touch,
He craves her scent
Of passion all over his clothes.

She says "Let's be friends, because I can't commit"
He believes her.
But no. DO NOT TRUST HER.
Because what he doesn't know is that
She can't commit to a boy who is hurting
While she still looks for a cure.

Yes and she craves his touch
Just to fill up the void
Of the one who gave up on her.
But she cannot hurt him.
No she won't shut him down.
As he opens up to her.

So they live in a moment
In a dark parking lot
That some would call wrong but they call adventure.
And for that moment he is hers and she is his
And in that moment they are each other.

And though she won't give it all she'll give just enough
To make her not sleep and not eat anymore.
And he'll live on his days always believing that
"She can't commit."
As she bolts the door
To her heart.
This poem was the first time I realized that poems didn't need to rhyme to work.
Nov 2015 · 832
Young love, you old farts.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
Why is it that
Young and love
Are thought with such
Disdain?

As though there is
No chance or way
For that love to
Remain.

And people frown
Upon all love
That their minds can't
Explain.

Yet young's a love
That all minds hope
They one day may
Attain.
Nov 2015 · 251
Selfish affection.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
I may not need you
But that will not stop me
From gripping your hand
And leading you on.
Nov 2015 · 164
We.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
We.
I breathe you in
And hold my heart
As all of you
Consumes me.

I keep that breath,
I dare not breathe.
Because 'we' is what I
Should be.
Nov 2015 · 214
Oops I cried again.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
Please forgive me.
For it appears that my emotions have
Spilled from my eyes again.
Nov 2015 · 2.3k
Nephew.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
The boy was young
The girl was sweet
And their love made
The sun speak.

And their love grew
And life broke forth,
A child
Who'll make
Your knees weak.
Nov 2015 · 249
Walking all over her.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
She's a set of stairs
And they fall for her.
In her banister
They're caught.

They walk her steps
As they capture her
With their eyes
And with their thought.

She slips them up,
She bruises them,
But hate her
They cannot.

Because she brought them here
To where they are,
On the floor
They truly
Sought.
Nov 2015 · 193
At war.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
My mind is like a battlefield.
With loud,
And fight,
And anger.

Oh please do not disrupt me.
With fear,
You'll be
In danger.
War loud anger danger mind
Nov 2015 · 233
Past due.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
I have spoken every word
And I have used up every letter.
I bought out every sentence,
Just to live life as a debtor.
Nov 2015 · 1.5k
Roots.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
All things sweet
Once stood for taste,
Now have all roots in you.
This and that and all these things find their way to your lips.
They spill out when you speak to me and take up root inside my heart.
All these things never need to hold water with time.

They may fade,
And that's alright.
These things they come and go.
But nothing will take them from my memories.
They live there forever.
Taking root.
Nov 2015 · 441
Him and her and her.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
"I love you." she says
And she means it.
"I love you." she says
And it's true.

"I love you." he says
And he needs it
To hear her say
"I love you too."

"I need you." he says
And he means it.
"I need you." he says
And it's true.

"I need you." she says
And she needs it
To hear him say
"I need you too."

"I love her." she says
And she means it.
I love her." she says
And it's true.

"I love her." she says
But she fakes it
And all except her always
Knew.

"I need her." she says
And she feels it
"I need her." she says
And it grew.

"I need her." she says
But she knows it
Is a need that will never go
Through.

"I'm sorry." she says
And she means it
"I'm sorry that I love her too."

"I'm sorry." he says
And he pleads it
"That this has been troubling you."

"I'm losing." she says
And she means it.
"I'm lost and don't know what to do.
I love him and her and I mean it.
And I know that they both love me too.
I won't leave his arms to go with her,
For I know her love isn't true.
But that will not stop all these feelings
From popping up out of the blue."
Nov 2015 · 243
Movement on a sidewalk.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
I find myself behind her
As she's gliding down the walkway
With a
Left
Right
Left
Right
Movement of her hips.
Nov 2015 · 550
Inhale, my love.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
Maybe it's addiction
Or perhaps it is for pleasure
As she pulls the cigarette
Up to her lips.

And she knows she doesn't need it
But it gives this sort of feeling
Of a long time gone nostalgia
That she never knew she had.

And it makes her think of others
And their smell
And touch
And taste
In a way that only
Cigarettes could.

And maybe she's addicted
But if she is it's to their fingers
And perhaps it is for pleasure
But she finds it on their tongue
As she pulls the cigarette
Up to her lips.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
Do you feel these words I'm writing?
Do you know they're meant for you?
Have you caught that special feeling in your heart?

Because I have it in my stomach
And it's daily growing stronger
And I don't know how to stop it
Or if I want for it to end.

Perhaps you'll never see this,
And that would be alright.
I can't afford to lose you
To my thoughts.

And never will I jeopardize
This special bond we share
With a little peck here
And a casual flirt there.

I'll leave this bond between us
And I'll let it keep on growing
As you water it with kisses
And you feed it with your smile.
Nov 2015 · 505
Be patient.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
Eager eyes
And patient hands.
Such a silly combination
I'll try to mimic.
But while my eyes may be eager
My hands will reach for yours.
So impatient.
Be patient.

Your gaze is steady
When you sneak a peek.
A wild look is in my eye,
So full of desire.
So impatient.
Be patient.

Such casual fingers
Tracing so carefree.
Mine so direct,
So specific.
So impatient.
Be patient.

You move in closer
As though it is nothing,
As if it is normal.
I move in so unsure,
Is this what you want?
I want it to be.
I want it now.
I'm so impatient.
Be patient.

But you're growing more consistent.
More common.
More clear.
So I will follow your lead.
I will move at your strange pace.
There is no need to rush things.
No need to be impatient.
You're so patient.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
He lifts her off her feet
And he pulls her back inside,
She had come out of that closet
Weeks ago.

He grips her sides
And moves in close
With his heartbeat
Matching hers.

She lives within this moment
And she never wants an ending.
She's wrapped up in his need
For all she has.

She tries to pull him with her,
Bring him outside of that small room
So dark and closed and empty
In her heart.

But as she puts her lips on his
And he begins to move them downward
She loses all the thoughts
Within her head.

He accepts her and she knows it
And that makes her love him deeper
But he cannot understand
The way she feels.

When she's outside of that small space
She can feel all that desire
For the strength of his hand
And the small of her back.

But when she's back inside that closet
He is all that is within her
And she knows it would be easier
To just stay hidden up in there.

But it cannot be that simple
Not for her or for another
And she knows that she can't hide it
For this long.

So she'll let out all these feelings
In that small and empty closet
As he lifts her off her feet
And he pulls her back inside.
Nov 2015 · 1.5k
And sex.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
She's in her clothes
And on her lips
Her kiss is there forever.

He takes her in
With all his love
And brings her all together.

She smells so sweet
And tastes of lust
And true love for another.

He's in her mind
And on her tongue
He says she's oh so clever.

Her scent is on her shirt now.
The one he now slips under.
Her fingers through her hair now.
His mind is on no other.
She's puling her in close now.
His lips upon her collar.
She smells just oh so sweet now.
He whispers oh so clever.
This poem goes back and forth between the love for a woman and the love for a man. She's torn between the two and loves them both in different ways. I hope you enjoy. This is one of my favorites I've done.
Nov 2015 · 766
All those kisses.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
"I love you." She says.
And gets a quick response.
But those three words
Have more meaning for one
Filled with bubbles and weddings and cigarettes.

"Don't go." she pleads.
And they stay there together
For a few moments longer.
She never wants this moment to end
Filled with bubbles and weddings and cigarettes.

"Let's run away." She suggests.
And hears a "Yes, right now."
She knows it's all in fun
But She dreams of those days
Filled with bubbles and weddings and cigarettes.

"Live with me?" she asks.
And she means it in a way,
To be together always.
But not in the way that She wants
Filled with bubbles and weddings and cigarettes.

"I miss you." She cries.
And nothing is said.
She breaks down inside
But She won't let it show.
All those bubbles and weddings and cigarettes.
Can you find the two characters within these words?
Nov 2015 · 170
They are.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
You draw me in
With your sweet smile
And catch my heart
With your coy eye.

I'm mesmerized
By the way you move,
And when he's standing
By your side.

The two of you
Bring me together
And trip me up
When you look at me.

I'm falling into
The way you speak
And when you play,
You set me free.

Your sound, his voice,
You need not fear,
For I know what
Your souls say.

You need not worry
If people hear,
For your words make
Their own way.

That look you give
When you see his face
I know it's for him,
But I skip a beat.

Because the love
That you two share
Is what I need
To feel complete.
Nov 2015 · 250
Beautiful bones.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
She saw the beauty inside of me.
Not in my thoughts or my emotions,
But rather in my bones.
"You have a beautiful skull in there."
There are some things
That only she knows.
Nov 2015 · 491
Breathe in each other.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
He whispers "I love you."
And she drinks in his words
With a smile on her face.
She needs not say the words
He reads it in her eyes.

The small talk they make
May have no rhyme or reason
But it needs no purpose
Or destination.
Nothing they say
Matters at all
As their fingers do all the talking
With their hips.
Nov 2015 · 461
Stalemate.
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
Caught somewhere between
Being friends and being lovers.
Tangled in this web
Of " We could be..."
Oct 2015 · 136
Her skin.
rootsbudsflowers Oct 2015
Beauty has found its way
Upon your face
In the form of freckles
All around.
Oct 2015 · 2.2k
Love around the corner.
rootsbudsflowers Oct 2015
She grips her sides with laughter
He kisses her through his smile.
She looks into his eyes at once
And they radiate his joy.

She comes around the corner
Just moments ago she was nothing,
But when she glances at them
She becomes all things at once.

She cannot let this show now,
To him or her or others.
They have something together,
So does she.

So she goes off to her lover
And they share some time together,
With all the laughter and the kisses
Those two shared.

But every chance she gets
She will peer around the corner
To catch another glimpse of them
To covet their true love.

And then one day they spot her.
They catch her hand in passing
And hold on to her breath
Till morning comes.

They all share in this feeling,
With him and her and her.
They're caught up in emotion
When the sunrise light breaks forth.

And she leaves her magic slipper
Like a modern Cinderella,
But as they hold it in their hands
It is her heart.

So she goes off to her lover
And they share some time together.
With all the laughter and the kisses
Those three shared.
This will forever be my favorite poem that I have ever written. I love it.

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