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Sorry I haven't written any poems lately, I've been extremely busy
it's my senior year of high school and I've been really busy
with college applications, senior events, etc
speaking of college applications, I've been accepted into the
University of Kansas, Wichita State University and
University of Iowa so it's a great year so far
so again, sorry for the lack of poems, I will be back
with new content soon....
It's almost midnight....
usually this is the time where the thinkers think
and the dreamers dream, I'm not a dreamer
so I must be a thinker and sometimes I overthink
I overthink to the point where I can't sleep
because if I sleep, I dream and if I dream,
my dreams become a nightmare.....
Love..... love is like a drug
it ***** you up, mentally, physically, emotionally
yet... we crave it, we crave it because it's so ******* addicting

I remember the first time I fell in love
It tasted a lot like cherry, with a hint of lime
It wore a short, little pink dress
Brown skin and black eyes
I stared at it.... And I thought about
For hours on end….

love has a face
a disturbingly beautiful face
a face that could **** you
and with a single glare,
You've just committed romantic suicide......
I took my words and twisted them
I twisted them into different shapes and sizes
Sentences and syllables, stumbling and stuttering
Tripping on my own vocabulary, trying to find the words
That could perfectly describe you....
As the sun sets on another day
we reflect upon our most current of events
thanking god, that we have lived
to reflect upon these events for another day....
20 | 31 Poems for August 2016

I began writing this at exactly 03:58 a.m. on a Sunday morning while listening to Charles de Gaulle to JFK by Bas.
Lately I write my most honest pieces during the early hours of Sunday mornings while everyone is still fast asleep.
Wonder what the view is like from Charles de Gaulle to JFK, 30 000 feet in the air.
But anyway, you and I still got bad blood between us like sickle-cell anaemia.
Reminiscing back when I used to be close friends with a girl named Amelia.
Guess we drifted apart as soon as I moved back to Pretoria, maybe the distance dismantled our friendship.
I’ve decided to do this all alone and if anyone’s coming along then let them come along.
I wish I could drift way with the scent of this cup of coffee but a few minutes from now it’ll be colder than your shoulder.
Always wondered if you’d head to Cape Town to go study at that school of brand leadership we always talked about.
But you chose to stay at the Pretoria campus because of certain unforeseen circumstances.
In 2014 I got accepted but unfortunately the tuition was too high like Wiz Khalifa and my mother couldn’t afford it.
That’s why I may have the perception that dreams delayed will always feel like dreams denied.
I’ve been praying for three whole years for a miracle, adjusted my faith and became more spiritual but still nothing has changed.
Guess I’m just young and unlucky; my hands are freezing and my heart is bleeding.
Navigated through space and time just to find the time to give you space.
Words unspoken make way for a silent devotion, this whole thing hurts but I try my best not to let my emotions show.
Wonder what happened, we suddenly stopped talking several months ago.
Maybe you have changed, I just hope that you’ve changed for the better.
I am slowly falling apart and all I can think about is gathering the pieces of my broken heart together.
Maybe you have changed for the better, I guess no one works that hard to stay the same.
My hands are freezing and my heart is bleeding, this whole thing hurts but I try my best not to let my emotions show.
  Aug 2016 The Revolutionist
Just Melz
It's mesmerizing
How your eyes look into mine
It's radiating
This intense feeling of heat
Something I just can't define
It's solid ground to stand on
It's concrete

It will never waver
Never wander
Never want for anything new
This feeling is yours
And it's mine
Me and you, babe
We'll make it through
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