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Corlene Beukes Sep 2015
You're riding in a car
with a strange boy.
His hands are on the wheel
while yours are shaking.

You're driving through time
with your heart right next to you.
His eyes are the bluest blue
and they mirror your thoughts.

You're sleeping with eyes wide-open;
your dreams become reality.
His hair halos in the sun; makes you wonder
what could possibly come from this.

I was driving in a car with a strange boy;
with my heart by my side;
in a sleepless dream;
wondering what could be,
but it was clear
that you were not made for me.
jerely Sep 2015
I want to press it hard , so I could play a love song unto the spinal cord of your body

That every time it hits the melody it'll just swayed like how the grasses blew out from the wind.

Or whisper the emotional point of how we do the things in life.

Or how we cuddled at the comfy bed when the rain starts to fall.

Or how we share the future of each other's. And maybe the possible things that we could drive along.
Jerelii
Sept 1, 2015
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ZainaMusic Aug 2015
Every Queen
Needs her King
In our royal palace
up in Dallas
you kept everything
balance

As time
years
life went by
you start to change
it was strange
what happen
i can’t stop
to wonder
to ask this question
was it depression
cause ****** expression
seem lost





By: ZainaMusic
hunny Aug 2015
ruby red
dreams last
until morning
your heart shaped scar isn't hiding today
pop a
cherry into your little mouth
and be real as can be
for today
You told me you were a yo-yo
That even if I always push you away
You will aways come back to me
But where are you now?
Why are you in another girl's hand?

*Now I realize that I don't even know how to play it
And maybe I didn't hold the thread tight
<|3
He awakes to her form;
Sleeping so gently
Alas, it is not her;
Her eyes are blue
Not the Auburn,
He knows so well.
Even in another's presence, Paenitentia can indulge no freedom.
A Alexander Jul 2015
Another time, I'll call you mine,
I will embrace that there is no past between us,
that creates a disconnect between most people.
There was yet an innocence that only we would know,
but at bad-timing none-the-less.
Our different lives created barricades that would inevitably drive us apart.
There is a picture of another time, in which everything falls into place, as it should have been. The love, the comfort and time spent in our own world, how beautiful it began.
I part from him, hoping that maybe, someday we will be together.
AHarris2015
sierra Jul 2015
"write another poem"
he said a few weeks ago
I told him, "never again"
but I have thoughts I can't expose

life is much too short, you see
they say to enjoy each day
but I'm absolutely sorry
sometimes I think a different way

I'm not suicidal though
I love the life I live
the pain of seeing your loved one go
isn't one I intend to give

I don't know what these feelings are
or why I think this way
but like I've previously states
my plan for a while is to stay

some days I feel so trapped inside
my conscious, hear me out
I'm screaming through my blank stares
that you couldn't care less about

the life I live is beautiful
people, animals, flowers, rain
I'm happy but sometimes in ways
I think I'm mentally insane

I don't know what I'm saying
I'm too contradictory for such words
he asked me for this poem
but my thoughts are too absurd
Zach Hanlon Jul 2015
The rising sun's light reaching for my eyes,
almost blaring against the dawn.
The days just begun and I am already frightened.
The cool winds of morning
The smell of scrambled eggs
The sizzling of bacon.
Fatigue.
Another day.
Just remember to breathe.
Inspired by the song "Remember to Breathe" by Amy Lee.
Don’t you think it’s quite unfair
how we could never be.
I thought we were the perfect pair,
yet no one could quite see.

You and I are basically one,
you see, we are the same.
But “us”, I figured, there was none
because we follow the rules of this game.

I’ve always wondered why our paths wouldn’t cross
even though we have the same design.
And I couldn’t count you as loss
for you were never mine

And I guess I have to live with that:
You being only as close to my side
because even though we never meet,
as long as you travel with me
(into this line to infinity)
it would still be an amazing ride.
we had to write a poem for advanced algebra. so here goes. inspired from the concept of parallel lines. you see, they are so the same, but they never meet. and that is so sad. eh
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