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helios Sep 2017
i drip honey from my lips
sweet words tangle with a golden smile
you love how i can whisper in your ear
as if we are the only ones left
in this broken world
though i am more broken than any of those people out there

it's been over a year and i just want to clarify that i have never been in love and this is fake
helios Oct 2017
will you still love me
even after i show you
who i truly am?
i know the answer will be no, but i wanted to ask anyway.
belbere Aug 2017
you’ve told me before,
self-loathing is just
a common cliché,
now everybody’s doing it.

that’s not to say
i haven’t seen how
your eyes roam over
your body like you’d been
stitched together with all
the wrong fabrics
i don’t think
i’ve ever seen you
look as dissatisfied as
when you look
at yourself.

you’ve told me before,
self-loathing is just like
an std, everybody’s had it
at some point.

it’s just that some people
were smart enough to
use protection or are abstinent
and they’re the ones
who sleep easy at night
while you’ve always got an itch
to scratch it was never clear
how they toed the line
between their self love
and hate better
than others and you
were their other,
caught them staring
and couldn’t tell the line
between love and hate

(thought you saw it
split the ground open
wanted to dip your toes
into the nothing between
you were scared
you’d fall in).

but you won’t tell
me what it’s like
when you look at yourself,
and your reflection
is rag-doll ragged
the perfect pincushion
and you pinpoint
all the split seams
moth holes your
smile is just a
loose thread you stop
to unravel

and you won’t say
what it’s like
when your reflection is
all pins and points
and you’re not sure
if the rag-doll face
underneath is still
there, at one point
she smiles
like only girls with pins
in their lips can,
her lips unravel

(you don’t smile).

you’ve told me before,
self-loathing is just
a common cliché,
there’s no way you’d
be caught dead
doing it.

i’ve seen the red-capped pins
you keep with your make-up.

they look so much
like my own.



hey.
are you still there?
i can't see you beneath
all those pins.
Rebel Heart Aug 2017
Her skin
Was his canvas
His hands painting
The milky way
His kisses mapping  
The universe
Unfolding into a cliche
Another quote from the lyric wall because why not.. I can't thank you all enough for all the love and support so far Keep spreading the love ~BM
sitting down in the shower
cliché but appealing,
if i could feel a fraction
of the feelings that they're feeling,
the things i've been hearing since
the day i grew ears.
looking for reasons to love yourself
in someone else's clothes.
every year that passes
i've managed to convince myself
was just another mid life crisis,
because i'd be overwhelmed
with another fifteen, twenty years
or how long can a person last
convinced they'll find a romance
that distracts from how they hate themselves.
Rebel Heart Jul 2017
I never thought we would end up like this..
Tangled in each other under the sheets
As the morning rays peek out
And spill through our window

I never thought I'd feel so cold without you
So empty

When did I start missing you?
When did the thoughts of you start invading my head?
When did you carve your name into my heart?
When did 'I hate you' turn into.. well, this?

I built my walls so high
I was sure you'd turn and leave
When did you even tear them down?
Love was a fantasy I never believed.

Sitting on our roofs
With the universe in the palm of our hands
Rolling down the windows
And belting out song lyrics to our favorite bands

And even sitting here I'm thinking of you
With a smile plastered on my face.
I never wanted to date again
Let alone be "that couple"...

But I guess that's what we are
This is what we're meant to be
We're cliche
     We're timeless
          And when we're together
                       *We're free
This was buried deep within a pile of poems. It was so beautiful I found myself smiling myself. RH, as I know her, is a helpless romantic under all that negativity and her hate for all things "cliche", and to see that side of her come out in a poem was heartwarming. I hope you all a wonderful day ~BM
Aaron LaLux Jul 2017
2017 Self Manifestation

It’s 2017,
publishing my 7th book this year,
probably my 8th as well,
it’s 2017,

this is the year of Self Manifestation,
of the Personal-Realization of Other’s Existences,
even though it still feels like this is a Still Dream Matrix,
and somehow I’m on the side of The Resistance,

except I’m not resisting,
I’m going with the flow,
so when someone asks me if we’re living in a Dream world,
I just shrug my shoulders shake my head and say “I don’t know.”,

but really,
I suspect that we are,
but I’m a suspicious person by nature,
but maybe I’m wrong,

maybe no one is out to get you,
maybe you’re your own worst enemy,
maybe you’re your own best friend,
maybe nothing exists not even maybes,

don’t call me Baby,
don’t be so cliche,
this isn’t 1900 whatever,
this is 2017,

It’s 2017,
publishing my 7th book this year,
probably my 8th as well,
it’s 2017,

this is the year of Self Manifestation,
of the Personal-Realization of Other’s Existences,
even though it still feels like this is a Still Dream Matrix,
and somehow I’m on the side of The Resistance,

and at the same time also corporately complicit,
completely addicted to my electronic devices,
in fact the fact is the way I act you could say my devices are my vices,
see these days we don’t worship Isis we worship Apple and all that iSh!t hypeness,

that’s right isn’t it kid,
now go on now run along and tell ‘Ol Father Time,
that it’s 2017 and even though it’s almost the end of the line we’re doing just fine,
still writing away otherwise wasted time combining divine lines and making it all rhyme,

I’m,
publishing my 7th book this year,
probably my 8th as well,
it’s 2017…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

from the # best selling poetry book '777'
available worldwide: www.amazon.com/dp/1548700746
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