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Emily Marie Feb 2015
Muffled moaning
Rhythmic, robotic
Bleeding through walls
Is that what I sound like?
It doesn't sound fun
It sounds quite boring
Repetitive squeaks
In 3/4 time
I'd use rubato
I'd be espressivo
No etudes for me
Just ad libitum
But for now I lay
Sexiled to the couch
Wishing I had someone
To make music with
Parker Louis Feb 2015
I'm not good with words
they always come out wrong
but I'll write you a poem
because you keep me supported like my unswept floorboards
you have that wonderful smell of old ***** books
I want us to get together like cars merging into one lane of traffic
You're prettier than a third grader's sloppy cursive
You have a shine kinda like how people shine after sweating in the heat
you're more attractive than an icecream truck to suburban little kids
Your eyes are greener than lettuce
and your voice is more captivating than ****** pop music on the radio

Here's your poem
I told you I'm no good with words so yeah I'm not sure how to end this
Intentionally trying to write an awkward and unromantic poem is hard.
Ivy Swolf Feb 2015
I will base our relationship
on what the stars say
because I have nothing else to go on.
It's all eggshells dipped in lighter fluid
with us, hot blood, ping pong pupils
that never know when to rest. When
we enter the same room I swear
I see sparks ignight in the static air.
There's blood behind our words
but I don't know if it was spilt in vain
or if this is all part of our story to the road
of forgiveness. Maybe I'm crazy
but I just want to take your hand
and make you agree that we are
both unwarranted.
Sometimes people give me headaches. But if they're good people at least it's good headaches.
Awesome Annie Feb 2015
He showed up with flowers I didn't deserve.
My hair uncontrollable and my dress to short.
He said my name but it held no meaning in his mouth,
spit out without savouring.
I didn't know what to say when he expressed my beauty.

To much wine can make me bold.
Mouth has no filter,
cheeks flushed pink and my smile to free.
My laughter bursting brightly.
I began to notice his smile,
the silkiness of his voice.

He took my hand in his and there was no spark,
no strangled butterflies.
I fumbled awkwardly and he stared to hard.
Eyes unreadable and yet I already knew.

He asked to come in and it hit me,
that I was tired of dreaming of you at my window,
I'm always sitting on the edge of sorrow.

He kissed me so deeply that it's amazing he didn't steal my breath.

******* me with eager hands,
his lips lost on skin.
Eyes closed tightly,
I embrace the moment of letting someone in.
To rough and undeserving,
no emotion,
just need.
Dawn Anderson Feb 2015
She
She lies there
So beautiful
So peaceful
Nobody would call for her
Not while she was in the tub
The music loud
Almost too loud
It sounded more like incessant banging
But she didn't mind
And didn't care if others did
Warm water up to her chest
Only getting colder
She's been in there for an hour
Or two
When usually she only stays for half
Her family,
Beginning to worry,
Bangs on the door
They wonder if they got a response
And just couldn't here it
But no
The girl said nothing
So the family enters
To a sight of pure
Horror.
I look past the deep
Bleeding cut
That goes long ways down her arm
Past the old scars,
Already a pale white,
That cross her arm
And I look at the family
Their faces
Their eyes
Not full of tears
But shock
And it occurs to me
That I am her
And she
Is me.
When you don't know what your life is and you just  _           _
               \(○-○)/
melina padron Jan 2015
i’m sorry i cried when you touched me
i wasn’t used to fingers
feeling like feathers
and hands holding me
like a kind of ripe fruit.

lovers before you
were a bit more heavy handed
hard headed
tossing me around like some old toy
that they were tired of
uninspired and
wringing me like
i somehow had the answers
tucked so far in deep.

i am not used to being handled
gently.
Cat Moulaison Jan 2015
I wanted to be your Poem
I wanted you to compare my eyes to the stars
My hair to the sunshine
My laugh to the ocean

I wanted you to take the things I didn't like about myself
and make them seem beautiful
My nose like a button
My walk like a dance
My voice like a song

I wanted you to to describe my imperfections so beautifully
That I would love myself entirely
even just for a moment
My personality enchanting
My awkwardness adorable
My ramblings enlightening

I wanted you to look at me as a whole person
Not just my individual parts
I wanted to be
A flame illuminating the darkness
The smell of the earth after the rain
The quiet sound of nighttime

But you are just a boy
And I am just a girl

You're not a poet
I'm not a poem

And when I ask how I look
I'll have to live with an
Awkward mumble of
"You look fine"
Please comment :)
WickedHope Jan 2015
Crystal Blue
Trained on my back
I can feel you
I wish I could feel you

Would you let me
Do something out of character
Or would it push you further away
Sorry about my anxiety, I know how much of an inconvenience it is for you.
- - -
I've missed his glasses.
WickedHope Dec 2014
Out of place and rather uncertain
Lacking instructions, suggestions and a warning
Bouncing about like a toy ball
Uncomfortable with all my tics
I've always felt so quirkily and small

Lacking order and any sense of being,
Feeling out of place, unloved no ones ever hearing,
Broken and bruised from head to toe,
My scars shining bright against the pale white snow,
Just because I couldn't learn to walk straight,


Crooked toothed but grinning
I always feel like I'm sinning
Every time I'm early I feel late
Burnt to a crisp is the price of the flame
I'm just a solo player stuck in this game*

Maybe I'm the sinner and you're the saint,
Your halo is burning, getting lost in the flames,
Take my hand and join with me,
For we can end the heartache that seems to be,
Lets be awkward together,
There's no one better
I'm bold, he's italics.
(Posted under both our accounts.)
I loved doing this. :)
WickedHope Dec 2014
Why do they distract me so?
One object makes me stare.
I'd decided to walk away from that ridiculous fantasy...
But that dream? What was that?
I'm not sure what way it swayed me last night,
But today, that change,
I just couldn't look away...
This was a terrible poem, sorry.
- - -
Prepare yourself for a long note-rant, because I haven't done one in a while:

So there's this guy, I write about him a lot, and I am very much so attracted to him, not in love with him but highly attracted to him. But after doing a lot of thinking -- I mean a LOT of thinking -- I decided that I should leave it alone mostly, because it wasn't going to go anywhere and I wasn't sure I really wanted it to. Then last night I had this really bizarre dream about him, it was part memory combined with other memory infused with desire. And... I was excited about an... opportunity with him that presented itself during this dream, but the situation instead sent me into a panic attack and then I woke up terrified and confused, more so than ever. I never dream anymore so that was really weird.

Then today he wore his glasses and he hasn't worn them in a while, and  I sort of have this thing about eyeglasses and when I snuck into this class he has with some other friends of mine, I couldn't stop staring, so yeah.

~And thus concludes the long note-rant.
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