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George Krokos Nov 2017
When something has finally reached or passed its "use by" date
it resigns itself to whatever is in store for it according to its fate.
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From "Simple Observations" ongoing writings since the early '90's
Emma S Nov 2017
With the glass of champagne
Still in your hand
You tell me that you're not afraid
Of death
Of dying
You ask me if I'm afraid
I sip the champagne
Death is something
I don't allow myself to think about
Finally I answer
No
No I'm not afraid of death
It's weird I haven't thought about it
Not before you
You look at me
Still holding the glass of champagne
You look good
You have some sort of magical eyes
Eyes that I'm not afraid to look into
You say
Most of us who have been feeling
Like we have been feeling
Are not afraid of death
Because somehow
We have already
Experienced it

Never have I heard someone
With a glass of champagne in their hand
Say something that intelligent
Something that life changing
I sip the champagne
And I smile
Naked Writing Nov 2017
I want to be seen,
but you're seeing me,
so I hide.

I want to be held,
but you're holding me,
and I fold.

I want to be heard,
but you're hearing me,
so I silence.

I want to be loved,
but you're loving me,
and I run.
Insta: @nakedwriting
Atticus Nov 2017
5
no matter how hard i try

how many times i wash my hands

how many times i check the expiration date

how many times i knock on wood

                    five times five

repeat

                    five times five

repeat

                    five times five

repeat

                five times five
          
                             five times five...
how would you address
me?
if i wear this tight black dress
as dark as the nights
i might
spend with you
and might not

would you pay for me
at the restaurant?
thinking that you have already
won my sympathy
by this act of courting
tradition
hoping that i'll kiss you
on the first date
in addition

or will you blame me for my
female magic spells
because this is what tells
you
that i am just another
pragmatic *****
in a dress that made
your breath
hitch

tricked you into this act
like it's not
a well-known fact
that i went out with you
just because you
wouldn't
leave me alone
and i couldn't
defend my own
without my make up
nice smiles and black dress on

so how will you address me
after that?
it's an old piece. well, not really, from last year, but i never posted it
so here it goes
samantha page Oct 2017
you can say a lot
in three words
i love you
i hate you


in just three words
you can change a life
we should date
we should break up


less is more

so why the hell
do i say so many other words
when there are only three
that i want,
that i need,
to say

just three short words
can make all the difference
Samuel H Oct 2017
Leave me bruises and pain
If that's what it takes for a date
It would even be paid!
"Not gonna happen" I would not take
But wait wait I barely know your name
And that's why we need to up the game
Just want to know you're not wearing somebody else's shell
Just need to know your name, your real name
Oh girl, you backpack?
I think I just hit 21, blackjack!
Gluten intolerance I can tolerate  
Gluten makes you constipate anyway
This poem wants to say "Yo eyes so drowning blah blah blah"
But my heart wants to say "Words don't cut it nah nah nah"
Ahhh **** it. Cliche alert
Like egg yolks to grannies
Your eyes are candies
So I just threw up and swiped right
What do you say? Should we fly a kite and eat some Thai?
Recited this silly poem to a gluten free girl I found intriguing today. She impersonates a perfect granny voice and loves Thai food. Just some context.
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