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Alyssa Torres Dec 2015
she was sick,
but not in the way you'd except,
no, she was sick in a way that she'd come
to regret.
for the good girl that loves the bad boy who will break her heart
A letter from you to me.
I never opened it.
I just sat wishing you'd just send a post card so I could see it for what it was.
I didn't want to rip the seem that your lips and tongue once danced across.
Because there would be another delivery soon.
I wish I was just the wind,
moving through everyone giving them life, creating power with my strength.
Instead I'm nothing more then a handheld fan, used by those who only need temporary relief,
constantly dieing
without any positive charge.
I could be the sky, vast but the meaning swallow .
when I'm only the atmosphere polluted With everyone's skeleton blocking the stars.
I could've also been what you wanted.
But then again I never was.
I hate when I over sleep, I hate when I don't sleep enough. Because one reminds me of you, while the other is just of us. Your stain on my pillow, but you haven't been here for weeks. the stains on my pillow, I'm talking about the tears running down my cheeks.
-lexandra
I was once afraid
Of how you would perceive me
Then, you held my hand
Oh, I felt for real

A tight grip of your fist
You transfer your energy of comfort
Once it’s inside of me
My heart converts this feeling into love
A love dispersed throughout my body
Profusely tingling everywhere
You can see my body language as evidence
How it feels so true
A feeling, which I thought, existed only in my reverie

And when you’re away
I long for that feeling
Was that love an illusion?
I want to get a better taste of that feeling once again
And this time
I’ll be scrutinizing your gentle face

Our coils of aura soothing one another
How it feels, it feels so fine
I was a calamity inside, but you eased my chaos
My chaos now inert
And this time
I’ll make sure to nurture what your heart desires

We’ll gaze into each other’s tiny hearts
And have them intertwined
Being around you, my heart will adapt to yours
I can’t be without you
And this time
I’ll make sure all will last
This Time is the very first poem I've written.

Misty Dawn Road
John Archievald Gotera © 2012 - 2015
I was stung by a wasp
But I wasn’t poisoned
Instead I fell in love
Now my heart needs an inspection
Is it swollen?
Is it fat?
Is it mad?
Is it sad?
My heart's become a hodgepodge of emotions
Is this an illusion?
This is a double dose of bloated emotions
Noxiously in love
I’ll ***** until I’ve had enough
Because this
Fatuous love really stings
Sigh... the struggles of infatuation.

John Archievald Gotera © 2015
Brent Kincaid Sep 2015
You’re turning me on, now.
I don’t know what to do with it
If you’re not going through with it.
Now that I am burning up
You know that I’m really not
Confused about you being hot.

I am burning here inside
There is nothing I can do
The cure for my condition
Is completely up to you.
I’m burning, I’m turning
Into a shivering being.
And you are the reason
For visions I am seeing.

I’m smoking and I’m choking
From the smoke you are emitting.
A night I won’t soon be forgetting.
My ego is getting a stroking.
It’s like an internal bell is sounding
It’s only my heart that is pounding.

I am burning here inside
There is nothing I can do
The cure for my condition
Is completely up to you.
I’m burning, I’m turning
Into a shivering being.
And you are the reason
For visions I am seeing.

No doctor can ever help me
The cause for it all is you.
You are the only thing possible
To fix what I’m going through.
I’m stumbling and mumbling
I’m stammering and stuttering.
I am experiencing the feeling
Of an ecstatic kind of suffering.

I am burning here inside
There is nothing I can do
The cure for my condition
Is completely up to you.
I’m burning, I’m turning
Into a shivering being.
And you are the reason
For visions I am seeing.
Mercury Chap Aug 2015
I repent the way
You make me feel
Not a word you say,
My heart skips a beat.

You're this ghost
Invisible, yet, imaginable
You hold my hand,
You hug me tight
It's only a dream
It'll all be right.

Like swift winds
You swivel and fly
Up in the clouds
Of my dreamy mind.

You come and go
And provoke me to think
A thousand unimaginable situations
A thousand unimaginable things.

I wish this was a lucid dream
I wish I could control your emotions
But you don't feel what I see
You don't see what I feel.

I am joker faking a smile
An ear looking into your eyes
Laughing at your silly jokes
Loving it when you make fun of me.

I am the one standing here
Under the rain I drench and adhere
You in my thoughts
You in my mind
Yes, I am that shadow
In the curtains behind.

Yes, I am that girl
Your eyes never find.
tap Aug 2015
If I grab you in the hallway
and press my mouth against yours,
would you try to push me away?
Seeing as how we never really
made eye contact,
the chances are tremendously high.

I just hate how your stupid eyes
make my face feel warm,
or how your dumb, gruff, textured voice
makes me turn my head around.
I nearly failed my Math exam
because I formulated a possible future
where you and I stay up all night,
talking about how the universe
somehow brought two losers together.

You made me feel like a ****** schoolgirl,
and it makes me want to throw up.
But I'm afraid that I'll upchuck
nothing but butterflies.
it's like one of those situations where you have talked before, but not really.
Leah Anne Aug 2015
Every second is stretched like country roads - empty and silent, long and endless.
Every heartbeat is strong enough to destroy walls, loud enough to drown thunderstorms.
Every question is written in indecipherable codes like long forgotten  ancient languages.
Every answer is buried in a world more complex and fearsome than Homer's imagination.

Every spoken word is an arrow shot in the darkness that I often want to take back.
Every waking moment is spent dreaming about the sound of your laughter and the  sparkle of your eyes.
July 24, 2015. 1:40 am.
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