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Gage B Apr 2018
My life resonates within the strings of A minor seventh
                                  A tone which gives me a purpose
                     And a chilling down my spine

As it echoes through my fingers
                          up my arms
                                           through my chest
                                                           ­  and into my heart
        
                                                I forget

At least, I really try to. It's been so long since I've touched a girl.
                                        I only remember
                                     how much I wanted
                         somebody to experience life with

           But
How can you experience life
               with somebody whose life has already been
                              completely changed by people you've
                                                         never met?
              
                                     Each string pulls me in closer and closer
                          to complete each set of moves just as I lean in
                     and kiss you, ever so slightly.

                                           And the burning of
                         sensitive flesh, just as if it were the first time,
                             marks the fully fleshed out chord that rings
                         between our heartstrings until only the memory
                      of such a beautiful sound
                                             is left and
                                                     never forgotten.
Thank God I made it through such a tough time. I struggled and struggled within myself, and I pulled through. Of course, such is the same with other people my age and their relationships. Eh. I'm better now. I know now who's making the right choices, and who is left to blame.
Madeleine Apr 2018
Six months later
I'm finally over
I hope it stays that way
With you
april w Apr 2018
“If I didn’t force you to do it you wouldn’t have gotten these medals”
If you didn’t force me to do it I wouldn’t have gotten these medals

“These aren’t accomplishments”
These aren’t accomplishments

“You don’t have any accomplishments”
I don’t have any accomplishments

“If it weren’t for me, you would have nothing”
If it weren’t for you, I would have nothing

“You should thank me”
I should thank you

No

If you didn’t force me to do it, I wouldn’t have done it
But I did do it
And those medals are mine
My accomplishments
I don’t care if 4th place isn’t good enough for you
I don’t care if you don’t think they’re accomplishments
Because I know they are
They are mine
Not yours

And maybe I should thank you
For making me realize
I don’t need your approval

Maybe I should thank you
For making me realize
I was being brainwashed
To think I’m worthless

Because now I know
Finally
Timothy Mar 2018
Walk these steps by yourself, not because you are alone.
          But,Because you are strong.
Live to tell your tales, not for you to have a legacy.
          But for inspiration among others
Put your heart on your sleeve, not because you are infatuated and anxious with the thought of love.
          But, Because you gave yourself permission to fall in love.

Break a piece of you for everyone to feast, not because you desire for the broken people to stop wincing, but for the sole reason of giving without receiving

Finally, say “I love you” to the people who you care about the most, not because, oneday they will never be around. Because they are already there.
poetry became heavy to me. I no longer see it as a source of entertainment... I see it as a long text of depression...

sorry//
E McNamara Mar 2018
It was my destruction- in the best way.
His presence, just that alone
Would make me lose all breath
I’d be panting,
Trying to catch what I had lost.

When I saw him
My heart would do anything
But keep a rhythm
I could never walk steadily
He was my destruction- in the best way.

His eyes made me shake
My bones turned to rainwater
I was taken by him.
Hung on every word out his lips.
He was my destruction- in the best way.

And when I thought he forgot me
It shattered me
The courage I found
To talk to him
I don't know from where, it came

Turns out he had not forgotten me
But moved on from me
And that’s what hurt the most
But that was the pill I needed to swallow
To forget him

He was my heart’s destruction- in the worst way.
Talking to him shattered what feelings I had felt for him. So now I'm finally over him, but God, he made my heart beat like I was running a marathon.
Hidden Glade Feb 2018
#1
I love your smile
all quiet, and cute
but flirty, [****?]

I'm not good with words, I guess
but you know, you make me smile
and that's just one reason that

I love you
and all of your fragile pieces
it doesn't count, by the way
S
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