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aj Sep 2014
there are times when i watch you and think i'm watching a sunshower.
and i can't help but want to feel your every drizzle and ray against my skin.

do you know what it feels like
to be hot and cold?
writing whatever
pookie Sep 2014
Sometimes it's like the world stops turning,
Like time it's self just stops with the world,
Everything goes dark,
Everything stops,
It gets cold so cold I can't move,
Sometimes I don't know why but I treasure these moments,
Even though they cause pain,
Even though they make me yarn for things i have lost or can't have,
I treasure them because in those times I don't have I care,
All I have to do is just worry about my own survival.

Sometimes I wish I didn't have to survive,
Just let time take my breath away so I don't have to breath anymore.
Ken Dimaranan Aug 2014
End
From where I stand I see nobody
but these papers forged by death itself
I quiver in terror
silence filled the room, I am deafened

I hold onto what is made by death
I walk, breath and stare at myself
thru the eyes of what sees everything
I sighed...

Voices in my head everywhere
thief of my slumber every night
sleepless I become, awake in the dark
to stare at nothingness, a habit it become

Faith matters no more
satiated by despair my desire is
the rim awaits me
I see hope in the irony

I gambled despite perilousness
salvation I begged for, save me I ought
something happened not
devoured by forlornness

A fool I am to believe
deceived by the majority
the rim awaits me
I hold, I think not, I wear…period
lX0st Aug 2014
The only thing I crave
After drinking myself sick
Is to be in your presence.
And I'm sorry for all of the drunk calls
But you never answer anyway.
I'm wondering if I'm nauseated
By the whiskey in my blood
Or the coldness of your eyes
That practically shouted their goodbyes
And gave me nightmares
About soulless creatures
And almost lovers.
I feel like I've said this all before
But you're never around to hear it.
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you,
But I'm sick, sick, sick.
Anastasia Webb Aug 2014
blossomblister
burst
(finally)
ate out my sickness
almost turned green.

took too much chlorophyll
(for my health –
i’ve seen the ads)
drank cups and cups
each night and each swallow
chirping pleasantly
made me feel stronger, but
almost turned green.

frustration peaked
almost at snow
but not quite,
couldn’t stand the dangling
piece of peanut butter anymore
had to grab for it
sick of the lack of meaningful
(methought now meknows)
0s and 1s and all
these mouse games,
had to grab for it,
had to scream.
almost turned green.
Petal pie Aug 2014
Bazooka that veruka
Wage war on your warts
Charge the canons against corns 
And ills of other sorts

Conscript regiments of Rennies
Antacid to supress indigestion 
Establish naval fleets  
Of fisherman friends sweets 
To banish nasal congestion

smear your chest with Vick
To ensure victory is quick
And if headaches ensue
Aspirin will win and subdue

If your enemy is constipation
Let  senna be your friend 
And if your throat is sore
Let strepsils make swift amends 

Show viruses they're not  welcome
Fight back with all your might
Give germs no easy terms
And soon you'll feel alright!
I've been thinking about world war one starting as today, my birthday its one Hundred years since the war was declared. Then I was helping my son with his veruka and this came to mind x
Owlycat Jul 2014
You are the guy that
Makes working more bearable.
I'll miss you for that!
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