Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
MisfitOfSociety Jul 2019
People like to **** in the wind,
But get upset when their clothes get wet.
Tenant Jul 2019
You are
Raspberry when you are audacious
lavender cotton candy and rose when you are
sweet
sunshine cornsilk daffodils and cream when
you are happy
Sage seagrass and ivory when you are at peace
You are unique
Bryan Perkins Jul 2019
A love letter
Written by a boy
Not just any love letter
But a first love letter
A letter overflowing with love
His pen was there
And his mind focused
His heart willing
Yet his words
Were unable to express
Just how much he
Loves her
So he sent it
As is
A love letter
Without words
Full of infinite
Possibilities
Àŧùl Jul 2019
Almost one inch inside the love-hole,
Located towards your tummy,
Is the very exciting ******,
Giving a feeling so very yummy,
We both'll love it, you'll love it more.
My HP Poem #1750
©Atul Kaushal
today I am going to sit down and write
this is a simple task for some
but for me and my chaotic mind
it is a fearsome brutal acceptance of my own
personal destruction
a free day on my schedule so today will be a day of self riddance
Amanda Kay Burke Jul 2019
You're sure you know what's best for me
Should leave and never come back
Degrade me until I'm forced into a corner
Alone and finally attack

But you do not understand your terror
Can't see eye-to-eye
Both sides are quick to get angry
I can't hold my tongue but I try

That smirk upon lips incites rage
Not strong enough to keep it in
Not capable of letting go
You always have to win

I work with all might to be
The bigger person but fail
Talk nicely until your words turn mean
I can't help but wail

I miss days we got along
Miss ways you used to be proud
Hateful expression worn on your face
Makes me wish I could run and never turn around
To my mom
Justyn Huang Jun 2019
Finding your voice
means screaming into
All the wrong places
until One day--

You hear your echo
calling your name.
T daniels Jun 2019
The lonely man emerges from this chaotic universe.

there’s some comfort in the darkness, some serenity among the silent shadows.

He tries to recapture the lost years,

and forgets so perhaps he can forget the immobility of these soft tears rippling against his cheek like a puddle in spring.

Only Phantoms pursue his heart.

No long does life sustain the pain of an absurd age.
Next page