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Jace Kassem Oct 2014
I hear the drops of water
Shaking what once stood
I listen to the thunderstorms
That turn metal into wood

I see and sense the lightening
Flicker before me at night
And it's not even winter
And it's not even right

You might say it's weird
But my sky's always gray
And from the time you've left me alone
My winter starts in May
A short poem about love and breakup.
Lydia YQ Sep 2014
Because I wanted to be the shade of lace
that hugged at my arcs and ridges,
blushing deeper as you peeled it away
from my skin.

Maroon,
because it painted the
the constellation,carefully planted
down
my
spine

and coloured the speckles of tiny stars,
huddling beneath the fortress of my jaw,
while the others were lost,
but cradled safely
in the dimple of my collar bones.
Alexia Côté Jul 2014
September 1st

Note to self: go meet new people

October 1st

Note to self: Give yourself the right to fall in love with him

November 1st

Note to self: Love yourself as much as you love him

December 1st

Note to self: Get him the best Christmas Gift

January 1st

Note to self: Make your New Year's resolution to be good to him this year

February 1st

Note to self: Make it so he spends Valentine's day with you

March 1st

Note to self: Get him to hang it with you again, it's been forever

April 1st

Note to self: It's okay if he's in love with someone else, it's not a joke

May 1st

Note to self: Buy more tissues on the way home

June 1st

Note to self: Don't fall in love again

July 1st

Note to self: Just get over him already

August 1st

Note to self: Find someone to replace him in your life.
obnoxious May 2014
?
the emptiness of her mind
of which she craved to find
left her absent for a day or two
hoping that she could reach you
you who would help her & save the day
you who were there that afternoon in may
in which you consumed her
leaving her to wonder
is love really a thing
or just a fling
fey May 2014
it's not that I don't want to find whatever you say interesting ,
but I don't seem to care about anything anymore.
so it seems like I'm a horrible person and I'm really not, believe me
I just don't care about it all.
I don't care, I never did.
Colette May 2014
a sun by the wrist,
what more to say?

to all the attempted suicidals,
eating disorders,
self harming,
stop.

for you are all perfect in your way.

never change,
for anyone,
anything,
anyhow.

today is your day,
i love you,
each and every one of you.

*let's get through this together
Happy May 13th #letithappenmay
April is a liar,
baptizing you with tears, tears.  
April tells you pretty nothings
as it pours down on your already drenched and pale face.

"Patience dear, better things will come."

When will its tide retreat?
When will you be able to loosen your grip
on the window ledge above its raging ocean?

"Patience dear, better things will come."

Aprils tidal wave swirls around you
and locks your bones into place.
When will its sea part?

"Patience dear, better things will come."
...but April darling,
I've already drowned.
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