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 Feb 2017 ns
Akira Chinen
He wanted to place his heart
in the tender grace of her hands
and let it speak to her of how
and when and why it had fallen
for her completely and madly
and he wished he could place his dreams under the soft smooth porcelain skin
of her belly and let it fill
with tiny hands and tiny feet
and the innocent laughter of children
and it was all of her that he
found wonder and awe in
from the perfect curves of her smile
and the iridescent deep blue pools
of her eyes
to her insecurities and flaws
that he wanted to comfort her against
and show her how beautiful
they helped to make her to him
there was something more
than the perfection of love
he saw and felt beating
and radiating  from her heart
and all he wanted was
to spend the rest of his days
and months and years
finding new ways to make her smile
and laugh
and to hold her through the cruelty
and storms that are unavoidable in life
and he couldn't remember
what it felt like to have a broken heart when lost under her gaze
full of magics beautiful perfection
and all he needed was a moment
of courage to place his heart
in her hands
before her hands vanished
and all his dreams
and hopes where lost along with
the courage he never found
 Feb 2017 ns
MOTV
Untitled
 Feb 2017 ns
MOTV
Buzzin
I be
Buzzin
Plunder
Raiding
Stealth
Spacious
Radiation
Retaliation
Meditation
Premeditated
Awaiting
Celebrating
Cause
The
Lord
Is
Amazing
Ambitiouse
Ambigiouse
Guise
Down
Indocud
With
Bu­d
With
Massive
Buds
 Feb 2017 ns
CharlesC
TRUTH
 Feb 2017 ns
CharlesC
We are living in disruptive times
voices are loud and angered
shouting change and resistance..
Multiple truths seem to thrive
for brief moments within mixes
of contingency and suffering..
Truth has been curtained
in shadows of triviality..
Our most desperate need
is for Truth to be exposed
calling each of us by that
ancient name: I Am..
Such new recognition
must sooth angered voices
dissolving idolatrous lies
in a morning's new light...
 Feb 2017 ns
Alyna
mountains
 Feb 2017 ns
Alyna
if our friendship was a mountain
i’d climb it to the peak
and wait there until sunrise
when we'd have a chance to speak

but we are more like a valley
always feeling down together
the sky is so beautiful
we sometimes forget to complain about the weather

now i live in the mountains
and snow falls gently on me again
i forget about the cold,
i forget about the rage

as ice melts in the spring,
memories of you are washed away
they heard that you were gone
and knew they couldn’t stay
 Feb 2017 ns
Daniel Magner
405 Blues
 Feb 2017 ns
Daniel Magner
I missed you today,
on my way home from work.
The horizon was getting dark,
aside from the glow of tail lights,
and I knew that after the front door
closed behind me,
I would be alone.
Daniel Magner 2017
 Feb 2017 ns
Mims
Blood is good on muddy hands,
Worn from work,
While calluses harden.

Blood is not good,
On the blades,
That litter your dresser drawer,

In the middle of the night.

Sweat is good,
When coming off your shoulders,
From running,
In warm air,
Through your yard,
With friends around you,
Laughing at your races,
While sipping lemonade,
Under the stars.

Sweat is not good,
When its on your palms,
And the back of your neck,
And drips from your forhead,
From shaking,
And breathing to fast,
From rocking back and forth,
On the floor,
Because your brain,
Is bleeding out of your ears.

Tears are good,
On lover's shoulders,
With your hand on their stomach,
Feeling,
Life.

Tears are not good,
On phones,
Over messages,
You screenshotted from 2 years ago,
Because you just want to feel something again,
Even heartbreak
...

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 Feb 2017 ns
New Age Traveller
The old black and white photo was taken
the day my life had changed forever.
It was a humid morning in July.
My hair had sprung into tight silky curls.
I was standing in the sun. Hands on hips, with a self possessed grin.
I was confident. Forward. Naive, and full of potential to be anything I wanted to be.
 Feb 2017 ns
Pretty girl
Someone said this to me. Sent it. It is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me so i thought id share.

I get really jealous when you wear showy clothes because I want to protect you, as my own. I want to hold your hair in my hands and just rub my face against it. Your face provokes a strong need to poke cheeks because yours are so kissable.
My dear,  how adorable you really are...it's a shame I won't get to do any more touching then a hug...
I am so grateful to have people in my life. You will always be my best friend and favorite human.
Kayden...
 Feb 2017 ns
lo
1.  There is nothing romantic about the way our hair falls out or the way we hover over the open toilet like there's no other empty space in the house.
2. Do not think that it will be easier to love us because the love we aren’t giving ourselves will go to you.
3. You can trail your fingers along my rib cage, count every vertebrae in my back like marbles stacked high on top of each other. This is not beautiful, this is what dying looks like.
4. I’m sorry for the smell of my breath, but there’s no amount of toothpaste that could cover up the smell of myself rotting from the inside out.
5. “I thought you had to be skinny to have an eating disorder.”
5.   “You don’t look like you starve yourself.”
5.   I know that you wish you could hold me without worrying i’ll turn to dust if you squeeze too hard.
6.   I grew up being told that my body is a temple and I should treat it as such, but I don’t think this is right, see; temples can be destroyed but it always takes another person. I am doing this to myself.
7.   I can’t remember the last time I ate without feeling guilty.
7.   I can’t remember the last time I ate.
8.   One day, I will be nothing and you will be nothing, and i’m sorry that i’m already so close to being gone.
9.   I want to get better. I am trying to get better.
10. Do not think that loving us will be easier, because the love we do not give ourselves is gone, and we cannot love you more than we don’t love ourselves.
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