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A painting is passion mixed in
Acrillic Plastic pasted upon paper.

Photographs focus found
Phenomena in plates of particular potions.

Poetry pleads rhythmic prose
Picked per perfection

Yet none of this can describe you.

A relaxing river runs a
Rivalry to you.

A surreal sunset's similarity is a
Strong contender.

Fall's festive fervor holds a
Flame to compete,

Yet all run short of describing you.

You are the shore of a beach,
The gentle capped waves lapping at your feet.

You are the kiss of sunrise peaking over the mountains promising a new day

You are the first cool breeze on a warm autumn day.

You are the smell of fall foliage and
Fresh apple pies in the oven.

There is no one way to describe you,
Just a thousand things.

Almost as beautiful as you.
For a girl who will never read this. Recovering from a girl who could read this.
Courage is only fear ,
who's said it's prayers.
Incantations won't ulter this reality.

You can't negotiate your way
out of hell's emptiness.
Language knows no boundaries.

But Latin is more effective.
Despite our constant speaking in tongues.
This is exhausting.

Like a Venus retrograde.
I'm screaming on the edge of nothing.
Waiting for your echo,
to bounce back to me.

If time doesn't exist.
Then why does mine feel so wasted?
One day was a nice thought.

But I can't live in no man's shadow.
I cast a few of my own.
izzn 2d
Eleven out of ten,
that's what I would have given you despite all these men

Eleven out of ten,
that's what I tried to come up with when I saw you in the deep-end

Eleven out of ten,
that's what I would have texted you today if you didn't act so flamboyant

Eleven out of ten,
that's what I would pray for you if you weren't a full pro-Christian

Eleven out of ten,
that's what I would have said if you smiled even for a moment back then

Eleven out of ten,
that's what I would think of you if you were my boyfriend

Eleven out of ten,
that's what I would tell you if I could see you again
izzn 2d
Hands on mine, hands on yours
I try to grasp harder
No warmth felt
And I wonder
What actually I try to hold on to?
The desperation to have someone
or the truth I can't afford to prove

Letters by letters on our books' hard covers
I try to write something to make it believable,
to make it feels real
to make it a part of me
but the words stuck there
I could not continue further
The lines' are imbalance
So much unfinished cliffhanger

Eyes on mine, eyes on us
I try to smile but it's a crooked one
I try to laugh but it's unconvincing
The jokes fade away
like how I feel this past two days
I guess what I can say is that
unlike how it was,
now I'm in love,
but not that much.
Nicole 3d
It is not that I don't want you
I think as you undress me and
Kiss my wrists.
It's that my soul is being chipped away
And I'd rather not die
A little in these satin sheets
Again.
All this "love"
Is crushing me
Was supposed to post two days ago but this website is a disaster.
Do you look both ways?
When you cross my mind?
Could you stop taking my breathe away?
If you'd be so kind.
Give me a map,
To stop me getting lost in your eyes,
The more I see them,
The more I fantasize.
About the way you smile,
And the way you speak,
The way you laugh,
You make me weak.
You make me crave you,
To taste you, is my desire,
We could be the sparks,
That starts a passionate fire.
So Señorita,
Tell me you feel the same,
The way you make me feel,
Is driving me insane.
I just want to hold you,
Caress your body, your hips,
I wanna kiss you,
Your body, and your lips.
Ave 5d
I hate crush culture
I’m in love with a *** guy
And a straight girl
I’m in love with people who will never be with me
Because of a dumb thing like sexuality
I’ve tried to define my self but the closest I’ve gotten is that
i like people... just people.
How do you hold eye contact so confidently?
Like a storm that's encapsulating a flat valley.
You the storm, of course
and I the valley.
I like you a bucket full
Or maybe a hot tub
Actually, scratch that––
        a modest pond size
You know what, **** it––
I like you to the extent of a whole swelling ocean;
One that is overflowing onto the land.
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