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 Jun 2014 sam
Sean G
Slowly
 Jun 2014 sam
Sean G
I tried to fix you,
Because that's what I do.
I look for imperfections and cracks.
And as I tried to put your pieces
Back together, I
Noticed that I was
Slowly
Chipping away.
I am more broken than you.
Instead of putting you back
together, I should have been
saving myself.
 Jun 2014 sam
Ofentse Tsie
Her Ways
 Jun 2014 sam
Ofentse Tsie
Her ways of breaking hearts, telling lies through her tongue
Her eyes shining like the north star, always there to deceive

Her ways never leave you happy neither her words
They always sting

She leaves
- hearts broken, and moves on like you weren't in the chapter
She becomes what you thought would be your future

She leaves - leaves dark clouds hanging over people's heads
 Jun 2014 sam
Victoria G
Liar
 Jun 2014 sam
Victoria G
Some say that I'm a liar but it's okay
they say words don't matter anyway
if I didn't mean to hurt you
then I am free to go
Any marks that I've left
will melt with the final snow
I know I promised to love you
till my dying day
But darling, I'm a liar,
And my words just hold no weight.
 Jun 2014 sam
Lady Ju
Every thought of you
Puts my heart in a coma
I thought I graduated from love
No wonder why I haven't received my diploma
I'm still repeating your class.
 Jun 2014 sam
Sylvia Plath
Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts.
Nor the woman in the ambulance
Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly ----

A gift, a love gift
Utterly unasked for
By a sky

Palely and flamily
Igniting its carbon monoxides, by eyes
Dulled to a halt under bowlers.

O my God, what am I
That these late mouths should cry open
In a forest of frost, in a dawn of cornflowers.
 Jun 2014 sam
Joshua Haines
Urijah
 Jun 2014 sam
Joshua Haines
Carcinogenic gasps
between photogenic thighs
create esoteric muscle movement
that moves me inside.
Your parents are therapists,
and mine choose not to be alive;
the words they say
don't work for moments we hide.

Jesus Christ before the sunset rust,
if I'm so alive
then why do I lust
absence.

There's a place
where I'd like to drown
every Saturday.
The water's warm
and thick in my lungs
and I'm no longer afraid.

Colliding with epinephrine,
your neck thrusts forward;
you kiss the steering wheel.
"Do you know
how much
you mean to me?"
Your eyes meet mine  
before disappearing in the glass mist.
I love you.

— The End —