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Jaderbug dreams Nov 2017
That weekend was unlike anything else.
The music.
The sights.
The touches.
The laughter.
The feeling.

My lips still tremble at the thought of yours pressed against mine.
They stretch in a smile when I think about oatmeal now.
They burn when I think about your skin.

My hands trace this keyboard like they are tracing your skin; lightly and hungry.
They tingle when I think about your hands in mine.
They crave for more. More.

My eyes search for yours in the night, to see your peaceful face.
They roam the skies looking for a glimmer of you.
They gaze into the future in hopes you'll still be there.

That weekend was unlike any other. I cant wait for many more with you...
but now I wait and long for you, yet I feel like I am the only one yearning for the other...
still uncertain of your feelings but I know mine and that gives me hope.
Mark Parker Nov 2017
Hello resident of apartment 6B,
I'm so happy you think
I'm your stinking mongrel's
best chance at a bowel movement!
While you're at it,
go play with some matches!
Better yet, park your car
next to me on the street!
I have a real job,
and I'm not employed
at Don's Johns!
Maybe if you set
yourself on fire,
you'll see me as something
other than a porta *****!
What would a fire hydrant really say?
Elyse Hyland Nov 2017
It's the night before an exam,
And the rhymes and rhythms,
are screaming in my head,
as the mountain of rejected paper,
grows around me.
Because as I try to voice,
my horrors and hatreds,
my love and life,
politically and emotionally,
all I can think about is that,
at thirteen I was scrawling,
pretty patterns across my skin,
and using my blood as the paint,
                                                          ­      how messed up is that?
I honestly gave up on trying to rhyme anything after the first hour of trying to voice my feelings
Dori Nov 2017
She cried gently into the phone
“This happens every time...you get drunk and you decide that you don’t love me anymore”.
There was a silence so loud that for a second I thought that’s the only sound I’d ever hear again.
I wanted so badly to tell her that she was wrong..but instead I hung up the phone all together.
I sat my phone down and crawled into bed.
I pressed my face against my pillow and I whispered so quietly that I don’t even know if I actually even said it out loud.




“I don’t”.
refresh mesh Oct 2017
(I think we're close enough)
smellin your breath from behind the latched door

(I wanna lock in your love)
bleedin all over the ******* floor

(Now I've got you in my space)
wishin you wouldn't carry a weapon anymore

(I won't let go of you)
needin a meaty man to shield me from downpour
sam smith is obviously Nonbinary ya ******* dweeb
Jack P Oct 2017
I don't want to die,
I don't want to die,
I don't want to die,
I don't want to die,
I don't want to die,
I don't want to die,
I don't want to die,
I don't want to die,
I don't want to d-...
i've got a good feeling, it doesn't happen all the time
emzee Oct 2017
It's not my fault
It's the tree which I was attracted with
When my eyes goes through the tree
Even my vehicle also attracted by the tree

It's not the doctor
Who said that I'm in the emergency ward
It's when I hear sound of scissors,
I recognized that I'm in the observation..

It's take me a long time to survive
And I try to attain my best to recreate all the relationship
After a long time
I got all my frnds back......
Thank you
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