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I feel unsure...
Unsure about me
Unsure about you
And ultimately, unsure about us
But then again, I'm unsure about being unsure.
It's an uncomfortable feeling,
Plunging me deeper into my ever-expanding mind
An abyss of permanent midnight.
Us being together invites a lot
A lot of ridicule, difficulty, and stress
That should be enough to keep me from you.
But, nevertheless
I continue to stay
Regardless of all the red flags, problems and parents who press.
Because you are someone who cares
And that's the most important thing to me.
You never fail to impress.
Your loyalty reaches my heart,
And I hope we never part,
In the name of love,
And blue skies above.
Isaac Apr 2018
Poetry is for the broken
To say the words left unspoken
I don’t want to be broken
But I’m not like most men

I cry when I hurt
When I’m kicked to the dirt
Then I fall deeper into some desert
You would think I’d run but I just insert

Deeper into the sand
Deeper into the land
Deeper till I can no longer stand
Deeper until it’s just my hand

It’d all be so easy
Darling, don’t feel uneasy
I know it sounds cheesy
But after all, I am ******

Or at least that’s what you said
When I left you on that bed
You yelled so I fled
Who was I to tread?

So just let me burn
Put my ashes in an urn
And maybe I’ll learn
As I fall into a place of no return

Deeper into the fire
Deeper as I slowly tire
Deeper where there is no choir
Deeper away from the spire

You weren’t happy with me
So of course I’d flee
It’s not that I agree
It’s that I want you to be free

I’ll be gone before you can even blink
So all I need is this one drink
Till it’s so many drinks that I can’t think
And then I finally just sink

Deeper into the sea
Deeper so you can’t see me
Deeper till you shout with glee
Deeper until I’M finally free
Poetic T Apr 2018
Impressions of self,
        show us the depth
        of our inner strength.

And no matter how
          faded we may be,  
          we'll never forget ourselves.
Alex Mar 2018
The tides are rushing in
And the surface is glittering
Foam swirls on the sand
And retreats back again.

But no one really cares about
The darkness hidden deeper
Than anyone could see
And so they pretend

They pretend there's nothing more
They pretend they don't know what's
Down,
Down,
Down,
Beneath surface of the ocean.
So, what is beneath the surface?

Thanks for reading my first poem on this site!
rosecoloredpoet Mar 2018
What if there were no words?
Would the comunication be harder or easier?
Would we overthink as much as we do right now?
Maybe we would imagine situations instead of phrases we've learned from bad movies

Our lifes would be ruled by actions
Not by silly games we play with letters

Looking at your eyes would have even deeper meaning because that would be the only way to get to know a piece of your mind

Maybe the connection between people would be deeper and more pure
no social media, loud ads or cursing
Just existing together in the wierd place that is the earth
Poetic T Feb 2018
Words are sometimes
                   like a blunt knife,
           they can cut over time
and you don't realize that itch
is but the blade edging deeper
under the guise of an scratch.

Sometimes people can stab
                                 you slowly,
and you never realize that
even though by your side.
their hand Isn't holding you,
              but the hilt pushing it deeper
with snake smiles coloured as friendship.
Karmen Feb 2018
Yo
I think life’s pretty fucken neat
I wish you could think the same,
See the reason I don’t believe in a thing as hate
Life is faint but it ain’t
Faint is life but it ain’t
(((Repeat
Betweeens (((-except when it is is & when it ain’t it just ain’t
You know what I’m sayin’n
Or shall I try to explain it a bit more
Some more words;personal experiences to which relate in at a variety of ways expressing it to each in your own unique way for the other own mind which doesn’t perceive things the same , hardly close to even just alike
I hope you feel me and the words I’m tryna say with the words I’m speaking in paused uttering words
We all have one way to millions of ways
And millions way to just one way
Why hate but not appreciate
Appreciate but not hate
It ain’t so complicate except when it is
Just fall in love with that
Express it your unique way
Try to relate and express the reason it is
Expressing the way you see it, tryna explain and find a means to the others knowledge understanding, expressing what how it seem
Haha
Wait, tf I say right there
Tf do I even mean
I’m not even sure it makes sense
To others or even just myself
I don’t even really care anymore
Bout what I was tryna say or tryna remember what it I was I was tryna make relate
It’ll come together later
Or maybe it ain’t till 68years later , in outerpace, between the lines of two lines of five
Lol jk but you see what I mean
Later
Lots of  things to many things, yes it’s a continuous gather and retrieve  help achieve  better although exhausting in real time the appreciation could be felt at all in all while. While not at all ya know lol **** I can’t get it out right yet but yeah
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