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Ed C Mar 2019
Its hard sometimes
to feel the lust.
To feel the genuine gaze of longing
from eyes that see passed flesh ripping pulls
and grasping fingers. Your nails
leave trails along thighs that disappear
into the hairs. Like rivers on a map
where streams are crossing
violently and parallel.
Think about it
relahxe Mar 2019
So many poets write about their despair
Of not being loved back

"I'm so sad", they say
But at least they know what love is,
They've experienced the feeling
They've been caring,
And giving.

Do they know what I´d give
To love like they do...

"I'm heartbroken", they add
But do they know what it is
Not to have a heart that could be broken?
Tony Tweedy Mar 2019
Are you strong enough each and every day?
Are you forever strong enough to keep the dark away?
Can you control your mind and remember how it is you're made?
Can you keep the dark at bay even when you are totally afraid?
Do you function in a way so that people cannot see?
Do you operate as the world expects that you are meant to be?
Are things hidden from the eyes of those who love and care?
Are you able to cope when those who matter aren't even aware?
Can you keep enough of you to win the battles that you must?
Can you in-spite of everything remember how to trust?
Do you enter every day just planning to survive?
Do you get to sunset and feel joy or sadness to be alive?
Are you able to carry on through a thick darkness that numbs?
Are you able to face the familiarity of tomorrow when it comes?
Can you see the conception of things that give rise to hope?
Can you maintain focus as you are riding down your *****?
Do you live a life where you ask yourself these things?
Do you feel its all the same no matter what tomorrow brings?
Are you able to support as I deal with things how they seem?
Can I do all I can to face my incessant internal scream?
And......
Do I have the strength to hang on to everything I dream?
tmartin Mar 2019
i guess i bit off more
than i could ingest
tmartin Mar 2019
i know she glowed
because
her stretch-marks had a tone of a kind


i know she glowed
because
her face without freckles,
was a sky without stars


i know she glowed
because
she was a beautiful imperfection
that no one could hold an objection
Excerpts from my new book “Desperate Acts”
Elaine Everdeen Mar 2019
don't tell me to not care
it's never that easy

don't tell me it wil pass
it's never that quick

just please help me
i'm begging you please

i need some advice
but please not this

tell me what to do
tell me what to say

i can't walk down there
and just ignore them

i can hear them. they're there
i can feel them. they're there

just... please help me
they won't ever die down

just tell me what to do
but please not that
It's never that easy to do it, it never goes away that fast. Just please help me
mary liles Feb 2019
love was never so terrifying
til i met you

cause i never realized
how much i needed it

and now i cant let go
cingulomania: a strong desire to hold someone in your arms
DL Poet Feb 2019
So long
Let’s call it a good night
I’m gonna miss you, babe
And I know
That after all this time
The faint memories from wine
You are divine
And it’s all you’ll ever be
Or so the fragments that make me speak

I need you
Even if it kills me
Maybe I’m drunk
Or I’m here going crazy
It’s all about you
It’s all about me
I need you in my lungs
Even if it kills me
I’ll die young
If it means
A life at your side

I don’t wanna lie
I’m blind, you’re divine
I see your face in the wine
I’m wasting your time
Trying to get to the bottom of the glass
Call it crass, or a little bit brash
It’s all for restoring that picture of you
Standing by me
Sitting atop the shelf or tv
I can’t get you out of my mind
No matter how much I know
All this is just a bind
And I’ll never leave
Even when you abandon me
Nights on the town
Just a little too loud
While I wait for you
Dead on my knees
To open the door
And set me free
Falling back in the groove
It was all never smooth
Just bickering between bouts of “love”
Or whatever you put
Between your hand and the glove

I’ll wait here
Through the rivers of *****
Waiting for you
Is all I can do
What’s there to lose
With another chance
Another dance like this
To keep it this way
Stay with me
Hear this plea
Because it’s all I can give you any more
Amanda Francis Feb 2019
I have dark secrets stashed in my heart.
Not idle gossip or an unknown fact.
This secret feels more like a ball and chain.
This freedom you have given feels like a prison.
OpenWorldView Feb 2019
Oh, that sweet,
intoxicating feeling.

So, addictive
after one-time use.

I want it
I need it.

That adrenaline,
that dopamine.

You keep the drugs.
You control the dose.

I’m just a desperate ******
who’s in love with you.
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