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I met the girl I wrote the poem about.
She was absolutely more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.
Gorgeous she is, my heart was ready to shout.
However, I felt so tortured and my mind was maddened.
Not at  the fact the event had happened in a tea shop,
But because I could did not have that guts to ask for her number.
As tormenting it was, she did give a name that she goes by.

Oh, that's right, I have not explained the incident!
I was on a duty and that was to quench a thirst of tea.
As I had walked into the shop, it was not dissonant.
I looked around in the shop, I then saw thee.
She was sitting down at a table alone at the time.
I, however, do not possess such a courage to give her company.
As pity it was, I went ahead and order the drink.

Oddly enough, the shop was empty.
with the exception of the workers, as well as her and I.
With that, there was no line so I walked to the cashier in a hefty
Manner. I ask the cashier, "what is the most exotic drink that can please the eye?"
and the cashier did not respond, or should I say I could not hear her words.
Her voice was rather quiet and hard to understand.
it was rather irritating but I kept my cool.

I had ordered two drinks for some friends.
But I had hit a stump without knowing what to get myself.
Then she gets in the non-existent line and bends
To see why I was struggling. My mind was busted for thinking what to get itself.
But when I took noticed of her I had flustered and apologized.
I told her, " I want to try something exotic could you please help me?"
She kind of laughed, and proceeded to help me.

And she did help me, I felt like I was in the way of her presence.
Even though she most likely didn't feel that, I did for I felt like I was holding up a line that felt like it was leading to the outside door.
But eventually, we both had got our drinks and sat at a window seat with the sun's essence.
Of course I tried to make conversation, but I think I failed very poor
Like. Her friend did show up, and I felt like I should make haste
And so I left.
Within the conversation she did give me a name, and the name she calls herself is "Shay."
This is a true event where I do explain what I feel. It feels all over the place because it is how I felt at time. Although , this had happened a week ago, I can still feel the feelings today. Weirdly enough, I sometimes still wonder if I will ever bump into her again one day.
Dakota J Dawson Mar 2018
Oak and pine
Trailmix
Staff

Electric lights
Harsh sounds
Blue

Crystal gaze
Wax figurines
Limp with a twist

Metal and plastic
Compose a score
Mozart baking tragedy

Red begets the black
Summer fun
Alec Feb 2018
It was an accident
“An accident?”
An accident.

It was an accident
My finger slipped
I tumbled down
Onto the ground.

“Onto the ground?”
Onto the ground.

It was an accident
“An accident?”
An accident

It was an accident
My finger slipped
So the knife tumbled down.
“Onto the ground?”
Onto the ground.

It was an accident
“An accident?”
An accident.

It was an accident
My finger slipped
I threw myself down on the ground.
Wait no-
It was an accident
My finger slipped
I fell down to the ground.

It was an accident
“An accident?”
An accident

It was an accident
My finger slipped
As i bled out on the ground
Staring at my phone not moving around.
Wait no-
It was an accident
My finger slipped
My phone was far away.

It was an accident
“An accident?”
An accident.

It was an accident
My finger slipped
I forgot to lock the door
“You forgot to lock the door?”
I forgot to lock the door.
But i also forgot to push you away more.

It was an accident
“An accident?”
An accident.

It was an accident
My slinger flipped
....
It was an accident
My flipped slinger
.....
It wasn’t an accident
“I know.”
I’m sorry it wasn’t an accident.
“I knew your finger didn’t slip.”
I’m sorry i lied about it being an accident
“It’s okay
You just didn’t know what to say.”

My finger slipped
But it wasn’t an accident.
Mr Charming Feb 2018
Not every trigger is on a gun.

Sometimes it is an action movie with explosions and car chases. My eyes close just before the cars collide.

Sometimes it is an eggplant in the middle of the store. The soft, purple flesh, bruised from a seatbelt.

Sometimes it is feeding a fire and being hit in the face with smoke from an engine.

Sometimes it is a nature show. Watching deer walk silently through the woods, bears awakening from hibernation, trees falling with such force that they fracture like bones.

Sometimes it is walking around the hospital and stumbling upon the labor unit. Hearing the familiar howls of pain as babies are pulled from their mothers and she is pulled from the car.

Sometimes it is waiting in line at the DMV. Watching the clock. Waiting for my number to be called and knowing that this is deja vu.

Sometimes it is hearing sirens rush by while I'm shopping and wondering if the socks I've just picked up, are the same shade of blue as her face in the back of the ambulance.

The trigger is on the neck of the bottle that puts me to sleep, when the barrel reaches my lips.

It is time to pull the trigger and empty the bullets into my grief and sorrow. I will lay them to rest in the plot beside my wife. Watching them flourish with forget me nots.
Muskan Kapoor Feb 2018
On deathbed she said, " I... I..."


One moment she had her whole life to live, and another, a car came and took the life out of her.
While dying, she was muttering something.
She was letting people know, her ***** little secret.
But her throat halted her words.
For the first time, words left her.
But someone knew her secret.
Not her diary, a person knew.
Her parent’s well of tears was denying to be dried up.
And I never cried a single tear.
No, I loved my sister. But the shock of it all depraved me of liquid drops.
The shock, that she is no more.
The shock, that she didn’t even got a chance to utter her last words.
The shock, that she died carrying a secret burden on her shoulders.
Her diary gave me another shock.
She loved me.
No no.
Not as a brother.
I was her crush.
And this she never told another soul.
Under the pressure of society,
she didn’t say a word.
She secretly gutted herself.
I cannot fathom why she ever loved me.
But I understand.
Maybe if I knew,
I would have acted upon it.
That’s hypothetical.
But now, her secret is mine.
nick armbrister Jan 2018
atari games
when i was a teenager i had an atari games system
me and my mates played space invaders, pacman and river raid
competing to get the best score and be the best

it was a saturday afternoon in summer in the 80s

that's when it happened while we gamed away
we heard a huge bang and ran out of my mum's house
and down to the road for we knew it was bad
a crowd had gathered and oh ******* hell look!

a girl was lying still on the ground

was she dead?
but i only thought that later
we could see she was nice, too nice,
for all of her legs and **** was on display
as were her ******* and raised short skirt
and what of her face?

i knew she was pretty

there was blood on the ground
but we didn't see it till later
she was near a bus stop which was bent
was she waiting there when she was hit?
hit by the car that was halfway off the road

and equally thru the stone wall?

where was the driver?
the crowd said he'd fled the scene
over the fields and look,
there's tracks thru the grass

my mate's dad came to help the girl

her told his son to go to their house for a spoon
the girl was vomiting and it would **** her
soon his dad cleared the girl's mouth
so she could breath and he stayed by her side
while we watched from over the road

the ambulance soon came and took her away

and later still, the cops nicked the driver
he was drunk and driving and almost killed the girl
later still i learnt she made a full recovery
i wonder where she is now?

does she remember how close she came to death?

and what of the driver who hurt her?
this was 35 years ago and i remember it
like yesterday and the message it says:

don't drink and drive...
this was real...
Àŧùl Jan 2018
I am the best.
I Am Not An Avatar

Aiming for immortality I am not,
Mortal I am happy and content.

Traveling I met with an accident,
Hoping to reach home I was,
Expecting the mishap not.

But I still fought my life back,
Except I have been surely fitter,
Still I have never been more alive,
The Angels of death were left craving.
Assurance by a nearly immortal lover for his dear lover, Pooh Bear.

My HP Poem #1702
©Atul Kaushal
Seema Jan 2018
I feel my heart leak
Almost at deaths peak
Drip by drip flooding my chest
Trying hard trying my best
To breath but I feel stuffed
Spills of blood out when coughed
I feel my veins giving up
My eyes blurring from the lights above
I feel rushed with pain in all direction
But my body would not show any reaction
Tears filled, flowed down my cheeks
No movement no words to speak
Am laying in a motionless state
Will I live or will it be too late
All I can do is think with staring eyes no blink
For the accident caused was spurred in like ink
All over the place with fresh blood stains
A shout, a cry, a breakthrough with no gains
I can only smell blood
Now I feel the peak of pain
My heart beats less
My body is in a mess
My eyes closing next
My pulse did its best
The last sirens heard
Its all come to an end
It's too late, I am already dead...


©sim
Too many accidents, drive safe. Awareness, your family loves you.
Salmabanu Hatim Jan 2018
I love you, you ,you....
She kept on muttering,
Tears spilling.
In the hospital bed,
I looked at her with caution,
I just stared,
I quirked my eyebrows,
I blinked my eyes,
Under the bedsheet I squirmed,
I do not know her from Adam,
Who is this stranger?
Why do I to her matter?
She looked at me with love,
Gazed at me tenderly like a dove,
She came closer,
Whisperd sorry words in my ears,
She hugged me tight,
I found it right.
That tender look
Those azure blue eyes
That familiar perfume,
The warm touch in that hug,
That lovely voice,
Something clicked,
At first the images blurred,
As she started to leave in distress,
I saw the diamond ring,
Everything became clear.
I had proposed,
The engagement
The last kiss under the moonlight.
She had landed a new job,
Better pay with all the perks,
A job she had wanted so much,
She would have to move.
She wanted to postpone the marriage,
I was adamant,
The ultimatum, me or job,
The fight,
The fatal accident.
I still loved her,
I called her name,a mere whisper,
She turned crying,
Came to me  running,
She was remorse,
She had refused the job,
My being in her life was more  important,
My absence would have shattered her,
We kissed, hugged and cuddled,
Shouted together,"I love you."
Our love was strong enough to survive the storm.She got another better offer very near home,easy to commute.We found a good house nearer her place of  work  and good school. We have a little girl and are very happy.
Karl Warren Nov 2017
It's like I'm picking up glass off a road,
Trying to make a window.
It's like it skidded after it snowed,
Pieces scattered like the mind of a ******.
Head out in space,
Fragmented pieces turn into liquid,
Mind gone without a trace,
Swirling swirling skid skid skid.

That poor sweet kid,
Silly man look what he did.
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