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take me in your
aching arms, my love,
sing to me a lullaby
love is painful
and when you collapse
darling, with you i’ll cry

i won’t take you in my
aching arms, my love,
but let you fall
not only painful
but sometimes one sided
it’s only love, after all
anna Aug 2016
panic rises again
I'm an ******* and I know that.
truth
was never one of my strengths
not even
towards myself.

I yearn for cernity
but I don't really trust it
for I am too afraid
of pain I'd have to face.
The pain that I'm causing everybody else by that is simply another truth I won't accept

a beer would be nice
maybe five would be better
I regret this

intensely
to I & G
Janica Katricia Aug 2016
you gave meaning to the songs on the radio.
making your favorite song be my jam.
you made those simple city lights glitter
though i haven't seen you all my life,

we wasted time wishing
we wasted time talking
yet you gave me lessons i couldn't forget
and you became a mistake i wouldn't regret.

you somehow made me the person who i am today
you somehow became the reason to wake up everyday

to wake up and hope for a better day,
gave me reason to smile even you're the one who got away.

from a far there are moments we almost have met
but yet you just destined, it's just not that moment yet.

we kept and wished for every day...
you said you almost loved me...
but you went away

thank you for walking away when i finally wanted you
thank you for leaving when i needed you.

thank you for letting me realize and have him do your job.
he does it the best by the way. Now, it is him that i love.
...
b e mccomb Aug 2016
someday
will you walk into
my room
lie on my bed and
stare at the ceiling i stare at
every night

smell the
mishmash of
stale perfumes
on my clothing

play my guitars
read my books
touch my walls
clutch the afghans
i made in your
tight fists

and
cry?

or will you think
that somebody
made a mistake
and that mistake
wasn't me
leaving
but was you
staying?
Copyright 5/14/16 by B. E. McComb
Blue Duiker Aug 2016
It's just a phase...
… A lovely bit of me is falling away
     My mind is losing itself in the fake
     A harrowing idea is growing with each day...
Sometimes, it's not just a phase.
being proud to be black is more important than
slavery
money
insurance
whiteness
caution tape around a social construction zone
that is also an advertisement
also is a warning
advertisement
whiteness
warning
blackness
advertisement
warning
in another language
pay attention to this
if you do not then this will happen
whiteness or else!
Liberty
constitution
justice
whiteness or else!
screaming it
acting like its this pretty evolved thing to be
technologically advanced
to the ultimate in dissociative technology
Organic Intelligence knows within power struggle of language
advertisements and warnings are the same
https://store.collectivecopies.com/store/show/ofc16
Secret Poet Jul 2016
You're my 11 o'clock craving,

     my 12 o'clock mistake.

     My 1 o'clock headache,

      and my 2 o'clock hate.
Spaces between us.
Jennifer West Jul 2016
Let me melt,
In those big eyes.

Even if it is only,
For one last night.

Let me feel,
What closeness is.

And let us just be,
In total bliss.

Hearts will collide,
A forgotten word.

What is a mistake?
If it is fate.

Please remember,
The taste of my soul.

Even if,
You must go.
Unnamed Poet Jul 2016
i don’t know what I did
stop treating me like I’m a kid
if I knew I’d apologize
i was happy today
but happiness dies
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