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 Mar 2017 17th
Poetry At Most
I’m not blaming you. I’m not mad and I don’t need to fight about it. You didn’t love me- and that isn’t your fault. You didn’t love me- and I’ll still be okay.
 Mar 2017 17th
maudy
kyoto
 Mar 2017 17th
maudy
where will we be
sleeping in cashmere
holding hands
through the years
to where  the sun
won't hurt like it does here
amidst this humidity
 Mar 2017 17th
Crimsyy
These are my organs,
all trying to function,
mixed with one cup too many
of tea.

These are my organs
sliced to pieces by dishonesty,
who have bled too much
unrequited love.

These are my organs who have
decided to give life a second chance
because they delight in
feeling my body dance.

These are my organs
wrapping themselves around
a stranger
claiming love, love, love
in a world of sad never afters.

These are my organs
shaking off the sadness,
burning, burning,
and in the end
all that remains is
love, love, love.
 Mar 2017 17th
Kwanele
ghost
 Mar 2017 17th
Kwanele
i am only a Ghost because she did not love me hard enough
She loved me
 Mar 2017 17th
Ana Sweeney
Maybe someday our
kindred spirits will cross
paths and ignite our lonely
hearts we thought would never glow.
Yes
She has the most gorgeous face I've ever laid eyes on
The kindest heart a man can ever know
And a smile that can take away the deepest of problems away for a short time
She's only human
But her greatest traits make her an Angel
To be considered she deeply cares about
Gives me an ego bigger than ever
I get super defensive
When anyone says anything negative about her
Because she's doing more for me
Than any other person before
I thank God for blessing me with her
She's always self-deprecating and negative about herself
But I'll be there to correct the lie
That lies in her mind
That's she's not mighty fine
In every category possible
I'm so impressed
If you're mine, I'll always be fine
Anyone that tells me how great she is
I'll always say
Yes
 Mar 2017 17th
DC raw love
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 Mar 2017 17th
DC raw love
How can one describe ones life....
Is it the good or the evil...
What makes it right...

The times we fall....
The times we crawl...
But yet we still stand tall...

To the battles we faught,
weather win or lose...

The blood does dry,
yet tears still fall from the sky...

The healing process,
so thin, so frail...

Like a golden egg shell,
lined with diamonds...
So handle with care..

As one heart beats slow,
one will beat fast...

One from love,
one from death...

Like a fogged in road,
With no place to go...

My mind goes blank,
from the things I let go...
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