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 Nov 2013 sarayu
magdalena
Carlos
 Nov 2013 sarayu
magdalena
Can you still whisper my voice inside your head
Are you still aware of my tears,
my fears?
My aches and my nightmares.

Please Don't forget.
Remember hat I held your hand when you tried to run away
I gave you hope when everyone else gave you hate
Love was confused with lust.
Or was I too dumb to notice that
Somewhere along the way, you recognized my flaws and
thought I wasn't good enough.

But in case you weren't notified, I gave my all
while you cheated.
While you lied.
I carried us up
You tried sinking us down.
Baby,I made it. I'm alive.

Sorry to hear that you stayed under water
in your tank of
stagnation, and false hope.

Deferred love, my mind has forgotten,
But my heart has not
 Nov 2013 sarayu
Paul
First:** Get mad when someone goofs up.
Take "overreaction", and add a half-cup.
Bottle the liquid anger up,
and store until it boils over...

Pop the cork at some bystander,
and It flows with a vengeance, past him or her,
and straight to the innocent; add just a little stir,
and thats miscommunication.

Caution: Don't drink in groups-- it's quite explosive
and the need for communication is just too massive.
No experiment shows the involved to be passive
It becomes aggression for aggression's sake.

Last: Toss the leftovers.  You don't want them anymore.
Everyone is a little less happy than they were before,
But fixing it is just too big a chore,
So the effects last about 4 hours.
Paul Langdon, copyright October 2010
 Nov 2013 sarayu
Angie
Remember when
 Nov 2013 sarayu
Angie
Remember when we first met ? And how you were really shy to talk to me.
Remember when I would ask you about the book you were reading every 5 minutes because I didn't know what else to say ?
Remember when you would ignore me but I would forever crave for your attention ? Remember when Katherine played that prank on us saying that you liked me ? Remember our first kiss ? But do you remember the day you broke my heart ? And made me feel as if I was nothing ..
 Nov 2013 sarayu
Anna Louise
This taste in my mouth reminds me too much of the eagerness that would drip out every time I tried to talk to you. My eyes are heavy the way they got that night in the dark, with shadows pressed against them like your fingertips on my body. I have to take a deep breath. I have to breathe in the fall, and the leaves, and the frigid air just to know that I am not there anymore. I just want to close my eyes but they won’t let me see anything but the scars on the inside of my brain that were left there, sliced by fishing hooks. All the remnants of the words you caught me with; hook, line and sinker.
 Nov 2013 sarayu
Shel Silverstein
There's a Polar Bear
In our Frigidaire--
He likes it 'cause it's cold in there.
With his seat in the meat
And his face in the fish
And his big hairy paws
In the buttery dish,
He's nibbling the noodles,
He's munching the rice,
He's slurping the soda,
He's licking the ice.
And he lets out a roar
If you open the door.
And it gives me a scare
To know he's in there--
That Polary Bear
In our Fridgitydaire.
 Nov 2013 sarayu
Marisa Kinnell
I cannot hear them when they climb the corners that surround me,
But I feel their fur and claws when they wrap their arms around me.
Their teeth pressed against my skin, their touch is like a lash,
I see them sometimes, barely there, gray, like truth and ash.
 Nov 2013 sarayu
Shirlee Shelley
Fall..

The beauty of the colors as the leaves dance on the trees
The unspoken knowingness of what is to follow
A time of reflection
A time of transition
Between the death and birth of creation
 Nov 2013 sarayu
Bella
po-et-ry
 Nov 2013 sarayu
Bella
I want to be a poet
but what is
a poet?
do the words tumble out of your mouth like a water fall?
do verses fill up the crevices of your brain?
can you write a book in an hour
because
you
are
a
poet?
Is it difficult
to form words that emphasize the things you see?
can you make anything beautiful?
can you make
me
beautiful?
do you need an exquisite vocabulary
or the talent of a thousand men?
do the words roll of your tongue naturally
or do you examine each aspect of your writings?
do you put thought into your work
or is there even a line between the two?

Poetry.
You said I looked like a ninja turtle
Made me laugh
Then
You ripped out my tooth.

As I cried,
You laughed and told me to
Grow up.

If any one asks
Why my teeth are gone
I'll cough out
Your business card.
 Nov 2013 sarayu
Tabitha
Who are you
Who are you to judge me
to laugh at my faults and to treat me like I am a lower person
what gives you the right to tell me that I am a freak
you do not know what I have gone through,
you have no idea the things that have happened to me
so how do you have the right to destroy my self esteem

Who are you
Who are you to spread the rumors about me
to feed everyone lies to seem more popular,
even though it does not help you rise at all
so how come you have to ruin my life to give you the illusion that your life is going to get better

Who are you
Who are you to give me ***** looks
to look at my scars and decide it makes me a lesser person
to see me for my appearance and base your knowledge of my person off of that
so how do you get to decide if I am acceptable based off my looks

Who are you
Who are you to treat me any differently
it is because we share a different group of friends,
because you listen to lies and rumors,
because I look and act differently?

You can judge me all you want
You can create the lies
You can treat me differently,
but
I know who I am, what makes me unique

Do you know who you are?
**Who are you?
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