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Cherisse May May 2017
What is this feeling
Of longing for
Your presence
And the safety that comes with it

What is this feeling
Of wanting
Everything and nothing
All at once

What the actual ****
Am I doing
Writing out how I feel
When I'm too afraid to tell you honestly

Why do I
Fear the risks
And hide myself
Despite knowing how much I feel?
Christ, what am I doing.


For you.
Zero Nine Mar 2017
Cis boys want their girls
Not after women
Cis boys don't want
what is powerful
or any parts unclear
No baby rooms
No dreams of family
Years ago we'd still
suffer shock or worse
They want an easy time
Categorize
When they can't they
turn to rage in fear
and blatant rejection
So let's play with
ourselves where
the energy is shared
and not rejected
He came into my home
Drop the *** bomb
Anything disliked is
******* gay
Well, what's in a word?
I'm sorry if you got
hurt with no meant
offense, but I claim
no accountability
I'm too sensitive,
made of glass, well
what's the point when
I'm such a ***
You blankly state
your blanket apathy
You bid whoever
do what they will do
Yet I recall you say,
that on the MAX train
you almost busted the
clavicle of a man who
flirted with you.
Cis boys want their world pre divined
and written
Cis boys reject unkindly, become livid
in response
to challenge
hazem al jaber Jan 2017
Honestly love...





Loved you...
before i see you...
Loved you...
before i hear your voice...
Loved you...
since first word you wrote to me...
Loved you...
from a first beat i felt with in my heart...
Loved you...
since i wrote a first reply for you...
Loved you...
because my feelings needed you...
Loved you...
and will keep always loving you...
Loved you...
although you did not love me...
Loved you...
although you hurt me...
Loved you...
although you lied to me...
Loved you...
and will keep do...
Loved you...
only you, no one over you...
Loved you...
sweetheart before i see you...
Loved you...
and will never change...
nor to get enough from you...
Loved you...still do...
God only knows how much i do...




hazem al jaber
Angie Sea Dec 2016
Maybe I was only meant to
mend a part of your past
and not stay for your future

Why do you hesitate
Is it fear or disinterest
You're drawing circles around my clarity.

Maybe you were only meant to
reignite the poetry in me
and leave me in pieces still

Maybe we were only meant to
be all that we are
nothing more.

Maybe it's what I really needed
a lesson on slowing down
on patience

Maybe you were only meant to
bring me sweet moments
hopeful little reminders

Because you've made no move
and I've got no guesses
on what you're feeling

Maybe the truths I'm feeling here
are not the same for you
I can only speak for myself.
Mica Kluge Dec 2016
Scripturient means violently word obsessed.
How can someone obsessed with words
Not be violent, but not the way you think?
I am scripturient. The molecules that compose
My very blood are the same bits of iron from
A dynasty of stars that lived and died and
Shone their light and faded...some of them exploded.
Exploding stars-violence engineered in my DNA.
But that is everyone. Man. Woman. Whatever.
Violently word obsessed is in my mind.
In the (fictional?) rise and fall of universes.
All the ends and beginnings. Man vs. man.
Man vs. nature. Man vs. God. Man vs. self.
Make and unmake. Heal and then break.
History will dryly report the fall of the Roman Empire,
I will tell you of the last emperor who watched
The world he'd known crumble into ashes.
History will tell you of the Greek Fire used
In the defense of Constantinople.
I will tell you of the fire's reflection in the sea
And the distortions made in the reflection
As men dive into the salt water to escape the flame.
History will tell you what people have done;
I will tell you who they are. The truth is, if
I'm going to be honest, then my words will likely
Be violent. It's not just wars; it's the people who
Shatter each other every day, whether unintentionally
Or for sport. It is the little lie or the denied truth.
Our own minds often torture us. I am word obsessed.
I am scripturient. I came across the word as meaning
"Word obsessed," but then I learned that it meant
"Violently word obsessed." I denied it for a while,
But, if you want to tell the truth of humanity,
You must be violent. Bits of raging stardust
Who can never seem to be at peace. That's us.
Man vs man. Man vs. nature. Man vs. God. Man vs. self.
"Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality." -Edgar Allan Poe
Jonathan Keeley Jul 2016
i don't think I'm ready to see you walk across my room
i don't think I'm ready to see you walk across my room and look you in the eyes and see you need me
i don't think I'm ready to see you walk across my room and look you in the eyes and see you need me when i don't think I'm ready to see you walk across my room and look you in the eyes and see you need me
i think everything i tell myself is nonsense
Mandi Drake Jul 2016
I remember
Keywords
& Phrases
So I can
Pretend to be
Informed on subjects
I could give a **** about
But people
I'm trying to impress
Or please
Totally think that
I'm abreast of things.
But I'm not.
I just don't care. Seriously.
I don't give a ****.
Sorry
But I dont.
Sports are dumb.
Football, golf, baseball, basketball...
Don't even get me started on
Anything you care about.
Odds are I honestly
Care less
About it
Or anything
For that matter.
Maple Mathers May 2016
what you're capable
of saying;

It is
what I'm capable
of believing.

(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)
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