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 Sep 2014 ns
r
Shelter
 Sep 2014 ns
r
I'll give you shelter
before the rains come

September's settling in
like a setting sun

I can see the dark clouds
coming your way

Let's sit out on the porch
and watch the day fade to gray

There's lightning on the horizon
and thunder under the wind

Why don't you stay here awhile,
it's good to see you again

We'll go inside and light a fire
when the night gets young

I'll give you shelter
before the rains come.

r ~ 9/22/14
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 Sep 2014 ns
McNe
If Only
 Sep 2014 ns
McNe
If only I could completely eradicate,
The growing feelings I have for you,
Then, I wouldn't hesitate,
To be your friend once more, empathic and true.

If only I could erase the memories,
Of all the things we once shared,
That the swelling feeling this heart carries,
May be gone, destroyed and dead.
Unwanted feelings = Pain in Both Mind and Body
 Sep 2014 ns
McNe
Other Self
 Sep 2014 ns
McNe
A wickedly and ****** curve formed in her lips,
As she devoured the white light,
A chill runs through until my fingertips,
What a wretched sight!

She noticed the fear I emitted,
She glanced my way with fiery eyes,
Terrifying, my whole being debilitated,
Can't escape no matter how hard my body tries.

Slowly, her feet carry her towards me,
My eyes noticed something odd,
Her face seems suffering, I see,
Though her entire face covered in blood.

Her eyes exposed her,
The smile she showed earlier was fake,
She must have tasted life, not sweet but bitter,
Which her heart couldn't take.

I felt a gelid sensation,
As her hands abruptly placed on me.
Her face was close, no expression,
But her eyes were yearning to be free.

Inconspicuous tears strolled down,
The chains were meant to bound her forever,
I turned away with a frown,
Since I was too weak to save her.
The feeling of being so useless...
 Sep 2014 ns
Chloe Elizabeth
In one moment
you can know someone so well
and then not know them at all
in the next

Life is a beautifully painful existence
in which hearts will beat,
hearts will break,
hearts will love
and hearts will stop

But your heart stopped too soon
and those hands turned to frost
in the heat of September

She lay on the floor,
sinking in the tears
that stream for you
and she waits;
she waits for you to come home
while you lay on the pavement
and slip away

The world will keep turning
and tomorrow will come
but these bodies
in this town
will crumble with the loss
of the boy who never frowned

You stopped breathing
on September 26th, 2014
but you did not stop existing
and you will never not be loved
and remembered

Rest in paradise

By Chloe Elizabeth
A boy in the next town over from mine died yesterday morning at his
Co-Op placement, leaving behind so many friends, his family and the girl he loved. His name was Adam and he was 17. I didn't know him well but I felt a need to write something for him. This is absolutely devastating. We live our lives every day and you would never think tomorrow will be your last day alive. His death breaks my heart and has torn apart the hearts of so many people. I honestly just can't believe it. Most of this poem was written from things his friends, family and girlfriend have said about his death and I hope whoever reads this will love harder, dream bigger and just live every day as if tomorrow will be your last because you never know if it will be or not. Adam will be remembered forever and he will be nothing less than an angel watching over these broken hearts of ours.
Rest in paradise, Adam
 Sep 2014 ns
Aaron Bee
Inconsiderate
 Sep 2014 ns
Aaron Bee
Mocking me, I
Stare with complete
Rage.
Quiet still.
Faces diamond like
Frozen and sentient
Biting fingertips
And kissing ***
Cigarettes are your
Sighs
Teeth exposed for
Attitude.
Eyes frail, eyelashes
Extended to heaven.
Ecstasy is natural.
Reflection becomes the
Days puddles form on
Rainy days
Irritation
 Sep 2014 ns
Tupelo
Chorus
 Sep 2014 ns
Tupelo
Your spine curves like a saxophone,
I intend to play our symphonies
on the pearls that decorate your skin,
That trumpet in your throat sings
loud and full of life,
Please share it with me tonight,
The metronome across your chest
is a warm reminder of who I have
been looking for,
We do not even notice the broken
strings we share in our necks,
looked past tongue tied apologies
in the midmorning outros,
lay with me here tonight,
as if we were a chorus,
in just the right tune
 Sep 2014 ns
Jahanvi Goyal
I cry
Choked by the society
Its orthodox mind, sinful acts
I cry
Bounded by rules, stuck in the ivory tower
Deprived of the freedom to be
I cry
Victim of this chaotic world
Non-functioning organs, unbeatable heart
I long
For a place that is
Bloomed with love and humanity
I long
For my wings
To fly
To the haven of tranquility
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