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Another year
is nothing.

I am but a child
an adult would
easily dismiss
as a pernicious "know- it-all"
One of my teenage years, is nothing
absolutely nothing,
in the face of big concepts, corporations
and calibrations.

But in fact, I don't know it all,
I hardly know anything, and I am
quite aware of my ignorance, as much
as I try to fill myself with reckless experience and
newfound knowledge.

Even so, a year is a year,
and
I'd like to spend it wisely,
if time is finite
and I am not immortal.
I feel old but I've hardly begun
Rassy Dec 2014
The worst part
about being sad
is that
you dont even know
what makes you happy
anymore
I really dont know how to make me cheer back after being really unhappy
M Gray Dec 2014
I want to know you
I want to know your favorite book
(even if it’s Curious George from the first grade)
I want to know what foods you can’t stand
(so I can pretend to make you eat it)
I want to know your favorite subjects in school
If you can or can’t sleep with socks on
were you a trouble maker when you were little?
the songs you sing at the top of your lungs
and the songs that make you sad
do cheesy pickup lines make you smile or roll your eyes?
I want to know who you want to be someday

the good, the bad, the ugly

I want to know you
as a real person

I want more than what’s on the surface
I want to see beneath that

I promise I am not here to scratch
I just want to see
who you really are
MH
Jack R Fehlmann Dec 2013
crooked steps
just a seconds glimpse behind
perfect trail before me, each step a gift
Then in the distance I  caught sight
of something
I saw you kiss the lips of the sinking Sun
locked embrace
and O' how completely I struggled
that entire night
and O' how the next and the next
and then the  next I tasted
betrayal O' how vivid I
I relived the scene in visions,
questioning my eyes,
wondering your motives
I focused, I tried more and more
O' I dug deep, i closed the miles,,
then much closer I witnessed
then, you whispering to the sky
then you reached up your hands
upon the full moon's face
Pulling her down from heaven,
 to your promises as you smiled
to deny us, O' I obsessed
You....
Kissing the sun, Promising the moon,
As I watched O' I glared
O' as did I wilt
I withdraw to obscurity
Beneath cover of your growing shadow

a silouhette to follow
making chase of the impossible
I can't give up
all i do is follow,
and look , and press on ,
just to get close enough
To tell you
You are still my sun,
Though you have another
and you are my setting moon,
my unobtainable,...
and my reasoning for every step,
every mile...  
Now besought by the breadth
The severity of those betrayals
I hope you knew,
i followed and still do
coming to apprehend
my little tease,
my treasure, my liar
I give chase,
to how completely
how very far I would go
just to prove once and for all
I love you.
I shall, one day...
If and when the stars let me
they decide...
Even they see plainly my envy
As I have no mask
One motive,
Several unknown labels.
I contrast the brilliant
Silk strewn beauty once mine
Falling once, am I choosing
Leg by foot, by will and love
Outshine the sun and by this
Luna will turn it's attention
Perhaps this test of time
Practiced, lonesome patience
May one day return the gaze
Embrace in arms my desire
The only one I want and follow
My world.
UNFINISHED... but closer
Cameron Dec 2014
It is so hard
To be right
When wrong
Is the only
Thing known
**** your gender rolls.
Rhianecdote Dec 2014
So I'll make my 1st guess, my 2nd and my 3rd
And they'll all be wrong or right
But this isn't Rumplestiltskin
Just grim
No fairies or happy endings,
Just tales.

So I'll make my 4th guess, my 5th and my 6th
And they'll all be wrong or right.
But there's no clarity to be had in being cowardly
Just underserved charity
And that case just doesn't suit me.

So I'll make my 7th guess, my 8th and my 9th,
And I might just have had enough to make the call.
So send me down the direct line
The blunt knife may cut deep
But at least it won't chip away at me endlessly like the nth degree, the not knowing...
At times it's best just to be blunt.
Jamie Nov 2014
It hurts that I do
When I wake up
When I'm drunk
Knowing you don't miss me too
Some Person Nov 2014
Beautiful girl,
You strike fear at my core

You alone can get close to me,
And only slowly,
One secret at a time

As I release them to you,
One by one,
I fear you'll turn away and run

The more you hear,
The more you may hurt me
But still I will try,

For the thought of your beauty
Wrapped around me entirely
Is greater than the sum of my fear
Hunter K Nov 2014
You walk down the sidewalk,
In your head to imagine a cyclops,
Lurking around the corner.
It watches you,
But you know it isn't true,
You imagination is just not right,
Wondering away into the dark night.
You hear footsteps,
Coming from behind,
Or maybe in front of you,
Maybe your just going out of your mind.
You keep walking,
The night creature stalking,
Mocking,
You.
You start to grow frightened,
Scared even.
The footsteps growing louder,
Your heart pounding against your chest,
You just cant put the strange feeling to rest.
You turn around the corner,
What do you see?
Nothing.
Just a few trees.
You keep walking,
hurrying home.
You go strait to your room,
The strange feeling gone.
You glance around your dark dwelling,
You start to imagine the sound of someone yelling,
Not sure what to do,
You close your eyes,
and drift off to sleep.
Hoping it was nothing,
Knowing it was something.
My room is extra creepy tonight... and I don't know why.
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