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ktle Aug 2018
Don’t call me
At seven pm and expect
That my heart won’t race just a little.
When you text like that
How can you expect me not to laugh.
Most of all,
Don’t leave her side—
Her, who stands tall,
With sparkles in her eyes
And chocolate hair—
For me.
Because, boy,
You’re a fool if you think that
I won’t smile even just a little.
I think that
The first (and the second and the third)
Taught me that when one steals your heart,
One also can rob all the love and warmth
That he crafted in the beginning.
They shatter it
And it cries, it wails with heaving sobs
And it hurts so **** much.
They taught me to forget
How a heart is supposed to beat
And that all men
Will be thieves.
So I’m sorry,
But please don’t run your hands through my hair,
Don’t call out my name in front of a dozen others,
Don’t leave her side for mine,
Don’t fool me into a million thoughts.
And don’t blame it on me;
My heart,
It’s tired. And bruised.
And afraid.
to the boy who makes me falter.
to those who were given false hope.
Praggya Joshi Aug 2018
I am small
But I'm eons away
From being insignificant
And trivial
I am tiny
But my mind possesses
Fathomless proportions
Indisputably
I am willowy
But my bones are ripe
With a strength
of the oldest living tree
My voice is faint
But I roar like a lion
With my actions
So think
Not only twice
But a million times
Before you decide
To sweep me off
Like an atom of dust perhaps
Beware
Of my imperceptible
Yet piercing brilliance
Arcassin B Aug 2018
By Arcassin Burnham


Fallen love if you want,

Thats another story,
Thinking he's the right one in your category,
He's gonna play you hard,
Like an Xbox,
There's not a feeling much worse when
your heart drops,
Analyze here,
See whos about the worth,
She was the ***** around town,
Every guy was hers,
But you didn't listen,
She done stole your money,
Stole your innocence, And gave you lil'
somethin'.

****** and playas they,

Don't really love you,
Gotta love yourself,
There's no virtue,
For misguided , their delighted just to lie
to you,
For misguided , their delighted just to lie
to you,
When the, weak loves the strong and,
Notice somethings wrong, they stay,
They pray,
For something to change,
Oh my God just go.

****** and playas they,

Don't give a **** about themselves,
Cares about securing their wealth aside
from ruining your health while running
around and telling lies about things you weren't
apart of,
noticing a fake right off the bat is not thought of.
©abpoetry2018

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/08/******-playas.html
amber Aug 2018
my feelings for you,
are so strong,
yet they remain dormant.
often times,
I wish for them,
to never be awakened.
the love,
is oddly intense,
and all-consuming.

it has to be true,
that you feel it too,
even in the slightest.
Amy Duckworth Aug 2018
I am false
I hide behind my smile
My eyes
My skin
I hide my scars with
Clothes
Bandages
Makeup
I am false
I hide my true self
A ******
A ******
A nerd
someone broken
Someone scared
Someone lovesick
ready to ****
But I hide all that
Or I will never be cared for
And loved
Thats why I hide
And act falsely
I am false
A lie
A illusion
Blade Maiden Jul 2018
I don't know how much more
I can find trust ignoring the lore
That I keep on writing til my fingers are sore

This strange heavy book
with an even stranger look
that a stranger once took

I want to think
that it is full of insightful ink
giving me good reasons to always stay close to the brink

But when my heart grows fonder
today when I catch myself, ponder
my mind only recklessly starts to wonder

And I've been reckless before
my heart and soul given to a false poet who calls me a *****
it tinted my deepest thoughts, it might be blue forevermore

I'm an expert on overthinking
still can't help but drinking
Wonderland's poisons up til I'm shrinking

If I could only say
that on some distant day
I'd learned my lesson not to pray

For you can never know
maybe it's only the gardener, just a poet for show
beware of what he might sow
El Jul 2018
careless kisses
fumbled apologies
clumsy hands

parched lips
thighs craving
eyes wandering

she thinks your lips
drip liquid gold
words like
gilded treasures
meandering between
the soft curve of your shape
drinking your nectar
Persephone's tether to Hades

working her way
inside
she knows
it works

for when the gold
fades to ***** grey
your eyes
speak lies
yet your lips
beg me to stay

husk of the seed stale on my tongue
I do not move
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