Scarlet London: Favorites

Mar 2014 Scarlet London

Chalsey Wilder

I think you're beautiful
Your curvy body
The body I want to touch so gently
You hate your curves
The curves I love so much

I love your face
Even with all the blemishes
Your face is so beautiful
But you hate your face because of the blemishes

I love your **** and hips
Because they're a part of you
You hate them, but I don't know why
Sometimes I wish I could hug and kiss you so much that you wouldn't hate yourself anymore

Where you hate yourself I love
Where you love yourself I love even more

I see your beauty
Why can't you?

I guess I am the beholder of your beauty

You are the beauty in my eye of the beholder

This is about a girl I have a crush on. Her name is Mackenzie. Haven't seen her in about two months. Whenever I think of her I think about how beautiful she is and how she doesn't believe it. She hates her body, but I love her body. Sometimes I feel like holding her till she does believe it when I think of her. I want to be her friend if I can't be more than that with her. She doesn't know how beautiful she is.
God she's so beautiful it almost hurts to think about her sometimes.

#love #beauty #crushing

Mar 2014 Scarlet London

I will, don't worry

Mar 2014 Scarlet London

Rachel Mena

I will, don't worry

And then it hit me
I was still waiting
I was still waiting for an apology

I was waiting for a small
Sign of regret
Of repentance
Of realization
That you messed up.

It wasn’t until this occurred to me
That I realized this was what
was holding me back

this was what was
keeping me
from moving on
from growing up
and growing past you

But I do not need your apology
I do not need a sign from you
Of regret
Of guilt
I need you gone
I need you out
I need you to leave my mind
And to stop entering through the smallest spaces in my thoughts

When I can get past this
When I can leave you behind
Then I will grow
I will lead
Not only myself
But others
To happiness

When I stop waiting for your apology
I can become the bigger person

And I will.

Feb 2014 Scarlet London

Killing My Passions- A Personal Story.. er.. Poem

Feb 2014 Scarlet London

Meggn Alyssa

Killing My Passions- A Personal Story.. er.. Poem

The course book says psychology, AP
I'll take it, people are fascinating
There are many jobs in the psychology field
I can be a psychologist... I would like that
Here's all these facts and stats and methods
Wow this is a lot of work...
Here is your A at the top of the class
But I'm doing just fine... this is something I love

I don't love it now
when I have to grow up fast
solve everyone's problems
because I'm too kind
too sweet
too much of a pushover to let people suffer

****** I can't even finish writing this

Feb 2014 Scarlet London

on the back of a tax-exempt form

Feb 2014 Scarlet London

michelle reicks

on the back of a tax-exempt form

If I wrote a poem for
      you
              every time you crossed
                 my mind
I would never be without a
           pen in my hand.

But as it stands
        my mind has stopped

   finding words to  put on
      paper

but my heart knows

how
       I feel

and how
                I think
about
     you

every time I
     take an order
             for a Left-hand
                     Milk-Stout
    at the restaurant
         where I now work

I wrote this sometime in September. I must have lost it, but it turned up again today.

Feb 2014 Scarlet London

Because Of You

Feb 2014 Scarlet London

Ann M Johnson

Because Of You

You came into our lives like a shooting star
You dazzled us with your Amethyst light
You too quickly disappeared into the night
You made an impact on our lives
You remain in our hearts and our memories
We are forever changed because of you

This poem is first of all dedicated to my friend on here Jelly Belly who recently lost her Grandma.
Secondly to my Dad who when he was alive had a February Birthday

Feb 2014 Scarlet London

Your favorite acts of Kindness

Feb 2014 Scarlet London

Kaitlin Hardy

Your favorite acts of Kindness

I would always put towels in the dryer,
just as you got into the shower, for 5 or ten minutes.
Then run and pull them out as soon as I hear the water stop.

My favorite thing about my mom was warm towels
getting out of the shower on cold winter nights
before getting in bed early for school the next day.

It would be your favorite act of kindness.
And every time you got out of the shower and I wasn’t there you would have a reminder of what you left behind.

I can’t cook.  And I hate cooking.
The only cake I’ve ever made was from a box.
I’ll never master my grandmother’s cookies, but for as long as I can I’ll keep pretending batches that she sends were actually from me to you.

When the time comes to be young again I will teach you to jump up and down on the couches, and sing, and dance, and strum an imaginary guitar.
My favorite thing about my dad were shared rituals of moments of silliness.

Our song will not be slow and sad and desperate.
My second favorite thing about my dad was his relationship with you.

We would be happy.
We would celebrate our birthdays on February 10th.
We would forgive and forget and never mind that people say you can never really do either.

Feb 2014 Scarlet London

Skin

Feb 2014 Scarlet London

Lb

Skin

When the knife hits the skin
Oh the pain within
The moans aren't alone
They're comforted with raindrops of red
They're puddling onto the floor
Each drop an echoing tap
There's a rhythm now
It has a pulse
Each collective drop , a beat
The sound of death awaiting

Feb 2014 Scarlet London

Skin

Feb 2014 Scarlet London

Lb

Skin

When the knife hits the skin
Oh the pain within
The moans aren't alone
They're comforted with raindrops of red
They're puddling onto the floor
Each drop an echoing tap
There's a rhythm now
It has a pulse
Each collective drop , a beat
The sound of death awaiting