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 Sep 2015 showyoulove
lotus lord
true friends have your back
and will help you without being asked

will pick you up when your down
there a person you can talk to
you can be your self and not worry
someone who you can cry in front off

most people think all there friends
are best friends

but when push come to shove
only a few will be true best friends
I give you my way past midnight tears,
My likes and loves, my hopes and fears.

I give you my wildest moans and screams,
and most surreal hopeful dreams.

I give you more than my supply
of smiles to share and drops to cry.

I give you all there is to me:
The flaws and not flaws that you see.

I give you my tortured, broken mind,
perhaps 'twas pretty at first find.

I give you my weaknesses and strengths,
and the loves I swear of unending lengths.

I give you my joys as well as my sorrows,
the reasons why I hope of better tomorrows.

I give you and just you more than what I am.
Should I lose my mind I would not give a ****.

I give you the things that might make me perfect,
and also the mean things my devils reflect.

I give you my brightness and darkness as well,
and all I can give you, more than I can tell.

I give you your needs so that you would stay
and simply be with me each and every day.

I give you my body, my soul, my love,
hoping I'm something you won't dispose of.

I give you my life, freedom, and heart;
and all things I can't say in this way of art.

I give you my past, my present, my future.
Everything for you, my dear paramour.

I give you all it will take to convince,
that you are my love, my master, my prince.

I give you what I hope will be enough,
though I fall apart when times get rough.

I give you everything, my sun and stars:
The old and the new of my heart's battle scars.
This was written 8/20/2015. Minor revisions upon posting. I struggled, because I read the stanzas from bottom to top and I could not decide whether which way was better. I'm just going to stick close to how it was written as an emotional wasteland on my bedroom floor.
****.
Such a scary word, isn’t it?
But once you experience it,
It becomes even scarier.

You all have heard how it happens in the movies.
A guy and a girl meet at a party,
They are both drunk,
They go upstairs,
The girl doesn’t want it,
The guy doesn’t care.

I'm not saying this doesn’t happen,
Because it does
But not as often as a boyfriend or a close guy friend ****** you.

They will draw you in.
Start kissing you cheek,
Start kissing your neck,
Making you feel the best about yourself that you ever have.

Then he gets you alone.
He makes you feel like you want to.
Makes you feel you have to.
Cause “that’s what boyfriends and girlfriends do.”

Once you realize what’s going on, it’s too late

You start screaming
“NO! DON’T DO THIS! STOP! PLEASE! I DON’T WANT THIS! STOP!”
He puts his hand over your mouth so no one can hear your screams.
You try to get away but he is holding you down.
He is so much stronger than you.
He keeps going.

Once he is done he lets you go.
You leap of the bed and get your clothes on faster than ever before.
And as you unlock the door he says to you
“A word of this to anyone, and I’ll do it again.”

You rush to your car and drive home.
25 over the limit,
Thank god you didn’t get pulled over.
You finally arrive home.
You rush into the shower so you can get the smell of him off of you.

You are in there for an hour,
Crying your eyes out,
Not being able to believe what had just happened.
You say to yourself,
“How did the sweetest boy I know… ra… ra…”
You can’t even say the word.

The next day you see him at school.
He looks at you and winks.
You start running the opposite way.
He chases after you and catches you in a hug.
You scream, “Get off! Or I’ll tell!”
He whispers in your ear, “But baby, you know you liked it.”
You scream again, “No, I didn’t like it! I didn’t like it when you ***** me!”
 Sep 2015 showyoulove
Aditi
Have you ever thought
Why your heart continues to beat
With all its pieces
Breaking farther
As the time grows

Have you ever thought
Why you still find it beautiful
To look at those starry skies
Every night
Through misty eyes

Have you ever thought
Why our palm has not yet
Lost its sensation
Even after holding on to things
Long gone and dead

Have you ever thought
Why do you never run out of oxygen
Even when sometimes you feel
The atmosphere closing in
on you

Call it fate
Karma, God's will Or simply hope,
You have to keep reminding yourself
The best is yet to come,
And you are far from being done.
If
IF tears could heal pain
IF sympathy could stitch wound
IF prayers could bring back life
How different the definition of living would be then
if only we could bring back :(
 Sep 2015 showyoulove
Hilldene
Roots softly entwined
like thoughts in the dark cold earth.
Woven in the loom of the mind.
How something so pure can grow from something so sinister.
Long hairs tinted yellow sprouting from your tips.  
Your soft white whispers drifting through the air,
catching the current in the skies.
I hold you in my hands, gently inhale your temporary beauty.
Caught in a trance as I exhale and watch you disappear.
Up to the skies I look to see you getting swept up.
My wish made was never granted.
You're gone now and I'm left with an unearthly empty shell.
I open my hands and all that remain of you fall effortlessly to the ground.
Your fall cushioned by long green fingers reaching to the sky.
There, you are reunited with other such as yourself.
Those empty promises echoed in the carcasses that lay next to yours.
-
Your brazen tips glazed in a shock of colour
Pregnant with joyful scents, bursting through your silky palms
Untouchable Ivory put on ostentatious display
Waxy green protection against jealous creatures allured by your bold skin
Spiked tongue lapping up soft powder
Palate tingling colours
Come now young one, let your hand out
Touch the rays of sun that break through the clouds
Unfurl your glossy arms let them reach to the skies
Embrace the copper halo of fresh dawn
-
Kaleidoscopic explosion of feathery pink from
frivolous lace of green
shooting from an abyss of fleshy undertones
chirping in a bloom of tenderness
Natural flirt laying delicious kisses on your diaphanous hands
Dashes of bittersweet morning yellow erupting from flaxen haired beings
Quotidian fever blushing your glossy cheeks
Exuberant vitality in the eyes of the beholder
-
Darling Delilah somersaults under the summer sky.
Tender yellow belly jade-inlaid silently teasing
Wistful white limbs under threat - recited childish game
Droplets of tears cried over lost lovers, gently caress your velvety skin
Loves me, loves me not.
Follow the trail of loved golden petals
Plucked from a field of menageries
The field of unspoken languages
Jovial melodies escape your white rib cage
Wolf-whistle hymns emanate from your progeny
-
Winter’s frost biting at your satin petals
Drawing your soft palms together in a synchronized motion
Awaiting the Sun's demise
Fading from fluorescent pink to a beige purple
accepting your fate as night crawls nearer
Tiny capsules cuddle your closed body, capturing the light of day
Bitter breezes sway your spirit sweetly as the moon shines over the sleeping
-
Midnight blue hung it's head low, gracefully dipping it's toes in the icy water
Exhaling soft whispers in the ears of the insomniac
under the blanket of tattered stars
Glitter embellished skies shatter into fragments of shadows
Picturesque luminous nebula sprayed across the abysmal crescent
Luminosity fades from your touch and lower you bow
Lullaby your fragile celestial glow into a deep sleep
-
Mourners tears fall
Staining your diminutive blue faces black
Remorseful mutters tremble your weary heart
Aching voices tearing your delicate edges
Myosotis silvatica engraved upon the headstone where they lay
Forget-me-not child as I am immortal, lost souls earnt divinity
Warm blooded fingertips clench your presence
Dark figures gently brush past
A ceremonial statement
For the grieving
H.E 4/9/15
Dear warrior,
I was born of your flesh and blood
I've watched you in battle
I've watched you save lives

Dear warrior,
You birth me and raised me
You changed my diaper
You always tried your best

Dear warrior,
We're all your support
We're your safety and your defence
We are here for you

Dear warrior,
Keep your head up
Momma bear.
 Sep 2015 showyoulove
Chloe-123-x
This little voice in my head
A secret whisper of poisons
Makes me wish I was dead

This little voice in my head
Tells me to jump off a bridge
Reminds me that I won't be missed

This little voice in my head
It just won't shut up
It haunts me day and night
Tries to control my life

This little voice in my head
Is not so little anymore
It's slowly overtaking me
Killing me and consuming my all.
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