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Caleb Reeves Mar 2015
I.
You are perfect!
Body created by an artist
It's so cute the way you're picky about food and
you try to be healthy and active but
you drink and smoke.
Haha, you always make me laugh!

II.
Wow, is this really happening?
We finally kissed!
You must really like me too!
You actually want to keep going?
Oh My God! You look better Naked than I imagined.
I could lay next to you like this every night.

III.
So you don't want to be with me?
Got it.
No, no, it makes sense.
Yeah, I totally understand!
I'll be fine, it's no big deal, really.
I said I really liked you, but I didn't mean it either.

IV.
I don't understand.
Where did I go wrong?
Why am I not good enough?
I don't even know what I could do different.
If I ask I seem 'desperate'
Have I done this to someone before?
Caleb Reeves Mar 2015
While I'm so worried about who is being cruel to me and why,
I forget to look in the faces of those I've wronged.
Brandy Nicole Mar 2015
Cold as ice
a sin unto herself
the devil unto others
A very random poem written 1/03/15
Jicho Piramidi Mar 2015
I visit every year
Lay flowers ever year
Cry every year
Die a little
every year
I remember every year
We grow apart every year
But you are gone now, I'll keep shedding tears
You've been gone for awhile, all these years
I remember you
Thank you for making me see
If only you could have seen
How much you meant to me
I love you, Goodnight, my darling
When you left, A little bit of myself left as well.
ARI Mar 2015
My heart was a blank piece of paper
Crisp; clean; untouched
Waiting patiently to be trusted with beautiful words
Written by the warmest hands
Treasured forever like a sweet memory

But you came along and without permission
You wrote the harshest poetry
Cruel thoughts leaving imperfections
Scratches; scribbles; illegible rambles
Like too thick blankets suffocating me

Sadly I have learned
Few people believe in recycling.

-ARI
A Watoot Mar 2015
So you tell us we do not amount to anything,
and scream in our brains that we are nothing.
But before you speak, have you seen,
The efforts we have been exerting.

Aida, before you tell us anything,
Please know what you are saying.
Have you seen the efforts we made outside these walls,
and all the things we've been through, we won't fall.

Aida, please listen, I know you're busy,
If you dig deeper, you'll smell something fishy.
We did this because you provoked us all
In order to accomplish, we must throw the ball.

Aida, do you know the story of our humble beginnings?
If not, you don't have the right to treat us like you're the one who's winning.
You are not one of us, Aida.
You will never be like us.
People will see all your flaws.  They will never really focus on what you do right.  It's always forgotten.  It will always be.
When you lose, they will never care about you.
And when you win, they share your glory.
Rachna Beegun Mar 2015
Memory is cruel
Queen of attention to details
Defending intentions, yet he failed
Until now, he told me her name
It sounded familiar in a way
I could have sworn I’d heard him
Say it ten-thousand times
Oh, if only I had been listening
Just Melz Feb 2015
Happiness
      Is bound
          By light
   In a cruel,
               **dark

       World.
And yet...  Nothing is impossible...
Her skin smells of the petals of a winter rose,
That the years have turned to stone,
A brutal flower in rocky soil ,
That once was a heart ,
As fair as summer as winters never came,
But the waining of a life's moon,
Brought winter in feeling to soon,
The oceans of youth dried to deserts of age,
And her rosy cheeks now left lines on her face,
The echoes of beauty lost as evening falls,
As bright eyes left dimmed,
That beauty never to be seen again,
And laying down she sheds a tear,
To all the lost and forgotten years ,
When the taste was sweet,
Yet now left bitter and cold,
Oh how cruel it is growing old.
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