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"A lil crazy", he says
I guess I do look a bit crazy sometimes
I love with all of me
I only give up when I've exhausted every resource and every avenue.
I surrender only when it's my only option left for self preservation.
I have two speeds:
Stopped and full throttle.
I do not do half-assed or just a little.
To someone who doesn't understand that
I might seem crazy.
To someone who sees it for what it is
Maybe it's beautiful
 Sep 2015 Snowflake
Melissa
color
 Sep 2015 Snowflake
Melissa
you were yellow

like the sun

(I hated yellow

but I loved you)

I was blue

like the sky

(you hated me

but loved blue)

and what we had

made others jade

(oh but we were precious emerald

but even emerald is just green)

and slowly out color began to fade

and you were just yellow

and I was just blue

(not meant to mix on the palette

because green just wasn't for you)



I had never been cerulean

or azure, indigo, or turquoise

(sapphire, cyan, aquamarine

those colors just weren't me)

but now I was just washed away

barely even blue

(really more of a grey

but you don't care for colors, do you?)



and then a scarlet flash

of something bright

(a happy shade

a vermilion sight)

a steady flame

a vibrant red

(the smell of strawberries

inside my head)

she didn't mind my

yellow stain

(she had one of her own

but that color has no name)

she was a rose in a field of thorns

you were a dandelion in a field of daises

(I was a forget-me-not

she didn't, but you forgot)



her ruby words

my face flushed crimson

(a color I had

never felt before)

my grey grew vivid

shifting back into blue

(this time I was indigo, cyan, sapphire

azure, cerulean, and turquoise, too)

a happier blue

then I was before

(because I have you

and you are so much more)



you are red

like a sunset

(a brilliant tint

a lovely tone)

I am blue

like the sea

(and the sky

is blue like me)

together we're lilac

a lavender hue

(and you are just red

and I am just blue)

our colors can bleed

our colors can touch

(because we both like

purple very much)
Every day she lies
To herself and the world around her
She puts on makeup too dark for her bright eyes
She keeps her mouth closed for when it opens
Its a web of lies
You could say she's so good she's convinced herself
Every morning she wakes in a disguise
She's the kind of sick you can't ever fix
She's a bundle of lies
She's dead inside
 Apr 2015 Snowflake
Death-throws
Every day He lies
To himself and the world around him
He dons clothing too dark for his skin,
He closes his eyes because when they open
He only sees whats inside
You could say hes so blind to it, that he leans on it
Every morning when he gets out of bed Like a crutch
Hes the kind of broken that can never heal
Hes the bundle of sin that will never be forgotten
Hes the ball of problems that forgot how to roll
Hes so...so dead inside
for you my dear,
 Apr 2015 Snowflake
radyetsad
The silence
As she stands in the bathroom
With a bottle of pills
She blinks twice, three times
Then she gets the chills
She falls to the floor
With a marker in her hand
An hour goes by, two, then three
When there's a knock on the door
"Maria, please" her moms voice pleads
"There's someone here to see you"
"Maria?"
The door opens slowly
"There's a boy here to se-"
She stops mid-sentence as she watches a corpse
"Maria!"
"My baby"
Her mom looks up
A tear rolling down her cheek
"Jack it's you, it's always been you, too bad you couldn't see"
The writing enveloped the mirror
"Jack,come here please"
Jack walked thru the door
A note in his hand
"You have been number one, since day one. Maria I love you "
Maria
Too bad you couldn't see
This poem although didn't take me long it means a lot to me ✌️Enjoy ☺️
 Dec 2014 Snowflake
Devon Webb
We are critical.

We find flaws in
everything we see
because nobody
wants to write
about perfection,
even though sometimes
we wish we could just stay
staring into that
unblemished surface.

2. We are never satisfied.

We live our lives upon
mountains of
scrunched up
bits of refill and
ideas we gave up
trying to
express.

3. We never forget.

We write words about
eye contact made
three months ago
that we replay over
and over in our minds
even though it
stopped
being relevant.

4. We are fickle.**

Our emotions flash
from one
to the other
like strobe lighting that
disorientates us
until we feel as if
the world
will never be still.

5. We are exposed.

We don't know how
to keep our feelings
to ourselves so
we'll write them
down for
you to find
'accidentally'.

6. We are vulnerable.

We wear our
hearts on our sleeves
and won't lift a
muscle to fight back
if somebody tries
to break it
because we thrive
from the pain.

7. We will never stop.

We will never stop
feeling and
we will never stop
hurting,
we will never stop
breaking and
bleeding and
loving
even though the cycle
is endless
and we know what's
coming next.


We are addicted
to agony,
but we agonise
for the art.
It's worth it though.
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