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rig 2d
it was watermelon air; but not real
               jennifer aniston will never know my name.
watermelon, no; that fake, chewinggum
               just a fact, and i only mean it, nothing
watermelon, bright and punchy, like
               hidden in the words (a movie of hers was
an ammonia shot to your happy place…
               playing during my lunch break. i wasn’t
i don’t remember the face. i don’t want to.
               paying attention; i was reading hamnet.)
a doublepoem
Sn8 6d
I'm the little seed trying to grow from inside out,
Your ugly is showing, trying to contain the sprout
The perfect little facade of yours
The red strawberry pores
Will get bitter as the time rolls about
Not even having tried to figure me out
Nobody May 5
I have always been the sweet charm and favorite of all people at home,
But, there always comes a but,
But I am "the girl" I must understand,
But I am "the eldest"  I must know,
But I am "the quietest" I must be smart,
But I am "the senior" I must set good example,
And in this series of But and examples I managed  to keep my dream and passion to myself in order to be perfect for my younger,
But I always sit and wonder
Am I really good?
Or am I teaching my youngers to be fake?
Am I really setting an good example?
Or am I setting an example of being what others except you to be?
What if I am the worst?
What if they found out that I am FAKE?
Will I'd be the perfect person then?
Left To Rot May 3
For a moment I did
what was expected from me.
For a few hours I was
what I was expected to be.
Then I went back to being me
I let everyone down and they left.
mark soltero Apr 29
empty emotions
fuel the deep devotions of yesterday
nothing fulfilling
no true feelings
there was nothing in between
nothing breathing
lifeless ill intended words
that feel like promises
only fueled what made you die
Owen Apr 27
I knew it
when the hugs felt different,
when the kisses got shorter,
nearly one sided,
when I felt the urge to ask
if everything was still the same,
and I could hear the lie in
every promise you'd make,
the affirmations were fake,
just two-faced,
our love was a noose you tied
for me.
Nowadays I cant  believe I let her get to me like that. I cant believe I cared that much about someone who didnt give a ****.
Estel Apr 20
You said you miss me
With a pouting face
For a second I felt for you
But you don’t know anything about me
You’re clueless
You don’t care how I am
So how can you miss me…
If you don’t care about me?
Maybe it’s the idea of me that you miss
Or the attention I gave
Always ignoring me
Till it suited you to respond
I feel no bond
So here I am letting go
It’s over now.
Ylzm Apr 18
I've walked and savoured
Seen the magic and ate the food
Sight and hearing may deceive
But taste, fragrance and touch
Directly speaks and to you alone
And by same measure I know
The liars, the blind, and the fools
For their fruits are without taste
Even as plastic fruits are for eyes only
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