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Meghan Jul 2019
I may be a mess but that’s ok
I’m just a rough draft
My stanzas may be uneven
My rhyme scheme nonexistent
But I carry the seeds of a masterpiece

These scattered scribblings will someday mature into defined and refined lines
My tiny wriggling tadpoles of thought will grow legs and a voice
They will explore territory they never dreamed existed

This writer’s block will topple off the edge of my desk and fall to the floor with a clatter

My words will burst through the dam,
First in awkward little leaks
But then in strong, steady streams
That leap forward into unfamiliar territory
With a laugh and a gleeful scream

These nattering notes will resolve themselves into chords and phrases
A motif will leap out of the disordered madness
Stumbling steps will lead to confident strides
And the audience will be satisfied

But for now I remain unfinished
s i r Jun 2019
Stare. Stay on me for a bit
Linger your sight on my lips.
Can you feel yourself
coming closer?
Snake your hands around
my waist.
I place mine on your cheek
your neck.
Ready to pull ourselves closer.
Look at me still.
Close your eyes
and I close mine.
Kiss me
Kiss me slow
Take your
God
****
time...
Stops now
There is
Only
Us
Until
the heat
suffocates

We breathe

And it's over
The time stopping properties of a first kiss
cherry blossom Jun 2019
I need a sense of familiarity
One that could anchor my body to the ground
'cause things have been strange lately
And lately the faces and places register as strangers in my brain

Only the voices retained their familiarity,
convinced me that they are the only one to trust
'cause anyone that can hold me easily
Can let go just as fast
6/3/19
Stephanie D May 2019
You only want me flawed
To do what you cannot -
Accept your own mess
Love yourself to the best

It's a selfish desire
Dire wolves to be fed
I am earth, not your soul
Never plastic, I'm flesh

Unbound by blinding lights
Strong emotions, distress
Insecurities, true
But no fear I confess

My weak flesh is now new
Muscles, stronger, I said
"Bullet-proof, self-preserved
To feel nothing, I guess"
May 27th, 2019
Hanef Alinor Apr 2019
I used to always stay on my safe zone
Just by the beach, in the shore
I'm always walking bare feet,
Pondering in the cold sand
Away from the waters but close enough
For the sea foam to reach my ankles
Admiring the horizon I could never cross

Like a lone cloud in the vast blue sky
Solitude kept me company for ages
Only the sound of the birds singing
And the waves crashing to the rocks
Are there in the place of the voices
I should be hearing from people
I was used to being alone, or so I thought

What is in the ocean for me to fear?
Just my almost-midnight thoughts. Very messy.
Abby Jo Apr 2019
Depression is saying “tomorrow I’ll do that” every tomorrow
Depression is laying in bed starving but not caring enough to get up
Depression is pushing away the people who are trying to show their love
Depression is your room looking like a tornado went through it
Depression is
Ray Ross Mar 2019
In panic mode
A bottled up feeling
Is trying to get out
Through a hole
She’s ripping
Between my skin
And my spine.
She feels like
A wave of burning
A wave of scared
A need to keep
Busy hands moving.
My body is on fire
The smoke is choking me,
Hard.
Priya Gaikwad Mar 2019
SHE
She’s not beautiful,
She’s not nice,
She’s messy,
Terrifying, haunting,
Radiant, breath-taking,
Just like art.
Hunger Feb 2019
Hi am crazy,
I have the perfect mix of soldier and lazy,
When i pass the flowers die,
When i pass the children cry,
I laugh i joke i have good fun,
Slaughtering all the people under the sun,
I am just an innocent child,
All the crimes i have done are just quite mild,
Except all the things that make me smile,
That list of accusations is quite the pile,
Each one could put me away for life,
At least those people don't have to deal with all their strife,
So let me sing,
And let me bring,
The death i love,
No peace or dove,
Bullets and rockets,
Picking dead men's pockets,
Plastered my face with many a smiles,
As i carry on my fun for miles after miles,
All my friends carried away,
Of course for the time they need to pay,
They thought it would be cool but they knew i was mad,
But at least i will never have to be sad,
Which is a fact that makes me quite glad,
Sorry if i hurt you a bit,
But that building just needed to be more lit,
Sorry if your parents died,
Not my fault they failed to hide,
Sorry for all this chaos i bring,
And that is the only thing about which i am lying.
/|LONG LIVE ANARCHY|\
\|FOREVER  AND   EVER|/
YES
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