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How can you not let me in?
Let me in-
let me linger on your floor-
I am passion, and I am desire,
I can fill you with fulfillment,
I can fill you with pain.
I am what should fill that empty hole inside your heart,
and I am the empty that fills it already.
I am the food you stuff when you feel swollen
and the drink you take to drown.
Why won't you let me in, and make me stay a while-
Have me enter you, and go throughout, let me give you what I can.
You can count on me to never spill, I'll never let my insides fall, no water will ever spill from these eyes.
I don’t see you yet.

It’s Getting Late.

Where’s your white horse?
Your tender speed?
Cupid, I think
I need to find your bow.
You miscounted;
Only shot one arrow.
Cupid, where are you now
Why don’t you come?
Fix this mess you made.

But it’s okay, I’ll just wait
A little longer
While this street light
Will maybe shine a little stronger.
For now
I’ll just wait

And the cold feels good.
Wish you were here.
I know I should
Stop wishing on stars
But it’s hard
To look at something
So bright
And not burn your eyes
And know that I
Can’t feel that warmth
Unless I wait
A little longer.
I am floating out on a sea
On a sea of lost thought
Wondering where it's taking me
Away from the battles I fought

I never learnt to swim away
To escape the troubles following
I was always trying to stay
But my pride I kept swallowing

I am forever sinking
Into deep water
It's too late for thinking
I'm drowning in deep water

Looking at my soul so empty
I wonder where it all went
It used to be be full and plenty
Now it is all spent

Being lonely is a curse
Which only you can see
It is when it starts getting worse
That you started drowning in misery

I am forever sinking
Into deep water
It's too late for thinking
I'm drowning in deep water

I'm floating away to God knows where
Swallowed up by the waves of tears
Taken far away on my saddened despair
Never going to be found for years

Now I can feel myself being dragged down
I begin to sink under all the weight
Destinied to be lost and to drown
Because sometimes it is far too late

I am forever sinking
Into deep water
It's too late for thinking
I'm drowning in deep water
copyright Chris Smith 2010
Drunken guides pour
Through the crowd
Like hunters to prey.
Their eyes are bloodshot,
but narrowed from the haze.
There is no smirk here,
Just a grin to hide the lies.
Walk with her through the desert,
and knowingly be demised.

She touches you with
Sweet lips.
Her stain evident on the cusp
of your tongue.
Temptation stopping
to linger,
Her smoke coursing
through your lungs.

I walk with her through
the desert,
her fire being my sun.
She guides me with green eyes
and open lips,
without her,
I would be shun.
 Mar 2010 Shelby Young
Claire S
DING ****
The warning sign has been rung.
The sun has shone.
The birds have sung,
But now it’s all over.

DRIP DROP
The rain has fallen.
Child has cried
Men confessed to lies.
Flowers have been planted
The snow has melted,
But now it’s all over.

TICK TOCK
Friendship has gone.
Wars have been won.
The fight has been long.
Day turned to night
Night turned to day
Let’s end this fight.
Before it’s too late.
This is a poem about being friends with someone before the opportunity passes you by.
From the depths of my mind you come to me,
Your Vision so clear, as if it were yesterday
never knowing your touch, only to dream of
the day that your kisses will caress my cheek...

So full of passion are these images..
Images that will not let me rest until the day your kisses sooth
my desires...

The song of your soul plays over and over...
In the wind I hear your call, your need to have me near,
only to feel our bodies as they become one...

You hold me tight never wanting the passion to end.. only to awake
to the sound of my song playing over and over, in the depths of your mind...
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