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KILLME Oct 2015
more then anything
i wish i could go go back
to old habits
my skin aches
for the sick
burn across my ankles
The last time I caught myself
was when I still counted the seconds.
The seconds between our words,
the seconds between your breaths,
The seconds between your replies.
and I'd obsess.
But a long time has passed
a year at that.
I'm no longer counting the seconds.
I'm no longer counting you.
The only counting i've done
is how many days we've been through.
Sometimes I skip a day
but i'd never skip the seconds.
I'm finally letting go
of my obsession.
It's not numerical.
It's not mathematic.
It's you
you've always been my bad habit.
Sorry for the inconsistent posts, i'm just busy with a lot nowadays. But I'm not going to stop writing, it's just hectic right now.
Hello Hi Sep 2015
Cigarettes have always been there for me,
Ups and downs in this lifetime, its a habit.
But then you came along, with your warmth and soul,
Kick out my habits just to be with you.
But then came along something,
You were pressing against someone new.
All the promises seem fake,
Wish i could forget it,
Now i walk alone in the rain,
With only a cig lit on my lips.
At some point in the day
I would just sit quietly
Staring blankly at something
Maybe a tree, maybe a cup of coffee
I never figured out why
But all I know is that I will always think
About the same thing
Again
And again
Kyle Kulseth Jul 2015
If you're keeping watch,
then I'll trade you shifts now.
I've been awake for hours. Almost light out.
Sleep is the distant, departed pal who
                                   never comes around.
'Cuz I've got a skull
that's filled up with dead ends,
false starts and last tries and lost friends.
I'll be awake so I guess it's useless
                                    standing guard for me.

Who's standing guard for me?

Ran out of cards to play.
Folded at the table
          this apartment stays small.
The ceiling's falling in
                                              again;
all that I can say is that
           it's alright
   though these nights
       will close tight
'round my neck, it's what I'm expecting these days.


When you change your mind,
you know where to find me:
locked up inside or on dim streets,
out after drinks and sifting through memories
                                   I just can't let go.
The sounds of the night
are drowned out by your voice--
--circles my head like halos of streetlights
outside the liquor store on the corner
                                    where they know my name.

Just don't forget my name.

Game's up, my hand is laid.
Folded at the table
          this neighborhood stays small.
Sidewalks' destinations
                                              are the
same. All I can say is that:
           it's alright
    though these nights
        will close tight
'round my neck, it's all I know anyway.
Maxwell Jul 2015
I once told you
how passionate I am
when it comes
to my one and only vice

With that, you retort
"Alcohol is never the answer"
and with that statement, I ceased
for in you, I believed

Before, only wine can make me high,
but our happy months came by,
surprised at how you made me high
With you, I reached the sky

A single drop, my lips didn't touch
but when you left
the only thing, it became
my lips ever reached

Now that I ponder on it
I should really cease
doing my newest habit:
thinking of you
I'm done, I'm empty, like the bottles I've finished.
Arcassin B Jun 2015
By Arcassin Burnham

I'd die , if I ever lost you.....

Losing you is my biggest fear,
My lair infiltrated,
My ceiling leaking,
My phone shutting off,
Losing you is like the bus driver taking me to the wrong stop and tells me to get off,
Losing you is my biggest fear,
My crush peices of chocolate,
My evil offspring,
My shattered glass,
Losing you is like getting in a car crash and ending up in cast,

I could ever dream that,
I just couldn't.
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2015/06/05-make-habit-roses-mep.html
AM Jun 2015
Every single night
I sleep wearing the black t-shirt
or the other shirts that you left
and wrapping my neck
with your favorite scarf

somehow the convinced me
that you will come around
and your heart is very near to mine
Becky Littmann Jun 2015
I swear I'm leaving right now
Yet I'm still running around in a rush
&& STILL no pants on
They lie somewhere on my floor
If I don't leave now I'm going be late for sure...hmm got everything.. OH WAIT!!!
SERIOUSLY...again..WOOOOW
FUUUUCK quit messing with your hair & put down your BRUSH!!
****... 15 minutes later **** & I'm still NOT gone
Almost out the door...
*******...WHERE THE **** ARE MY KEYS..GREAT!!
Now speeding like a police chase
Weaving in & out of traffic lane by lane
Trying to beat the clock & it's tick tocks
A sound I  SERIOUSLY ******* HATE
I'm barely on time, a few minutes to spare
It is a WAAAY too familiar race
It's an endless ******* trend, driving me insane
It's like a whole day of me wearing matching socks
SOOOOO, SO WHAT if I'm occasionally always LATE
At least I'm always never not eventually there but still at least there
&& DOESN'T MATTER where it is I'm going
If there is a specific time of arrival expected
Don't tell me that correct time
UNLESS..... In all actuality the arrival time is actually irrelevant
Since I  know you have a "PARTY ALL THE TIME"  way to celebrate
Then please keep on shuffling when my face is showing
Lateness is something I've so EPICALLY PERFECTED
If I had a nickel for every time I was early, I'd have a MOTHER ******* DIME!!!
Being on time & I have just always been so distant
That's why punctuality &  I will never relate!!!

A WHITE RABBIT
GO, GO, GO
NOW IT'S MY ******* HABIT
WOULDN'T YA KNOW
ALWAYS IN A HURRY
YELLING "IM LATE! IM LATE!"
BUT I UNDERSTAND THAT FEELING OF WORRY
TRAGICALLY IT'S NOT THAT EASY TO ABOLISH OR ANNIHILATE
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