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CarCreator Dec 2017
In dreams, I breathe you.
Once broken, you make me new.
What will we become?
Mark Lecuona Nov 2017
in the dark
a life of its own
is there a way to see you
it’s alright
it’s your own mystery
and you know why

the soft spot in my heart for you
is anywhere you decide to look
you watch me
in the middle of a song
or what the passion I live for
you know it could be about you
but you have be shared
the life I discover
is too narrow a hole to crawl

i can’t seem to decide
the monsters are so familiar
i understand them now
they can’t help themselves
so i ask a simple question
is love worth being eaten alive?
Samantha Babe Nov 2017
You were my twilight sky. I would sit at the edge and stare just right at your beautiful colors please to give me life.
But darkness creeps, fading the colors. It's the time to let go of the past and embrace the new. The night has come and so my fear. I faced my bravery in restoration of the colors. Instead, I saw stars twinkle on the dark sky. They were lovely to gaze.
That's to say about your coming. You came into my life with that darkness on you. I have questioned everything about you. But when you let your guards down, I realize you were beautiful. Because of your brokeness, that even makes you interesting. You shine with the stars that I look upon. I love the absence of colors for the darkness with its star's shine is making it more dreamy. And the night sky is you, my new life.
Viany Oct 2017
Opening your heart to someone new,
is like inviting them to an open house viewing...

here's my space..
here's where you may lay your head
when trouble or rest consumes you..

give me a call when you're
interested in moving in
Anonymous Freak Oct 2017
You are sunshine
In my life.
Warming, beautiful, tender, loving,
Sunshine.
Hailyn Suarez Sep 2017
Can’t I just hold your hand
Try to feel your soul inside mine
Relax, exhale, take my final inhale

Drift off to sleep in my arms,
Blanketed in certainty and unattainable infatuation
Make me whole

Fill my fragmented cracks with the cement of your devotion
Tile the rooms of my brain with glass
To see within the deserted halls
see the shadows creeping out of obscurity
see the graffitied window panes,
Covered with initials of lost people

Make me feel alive
Enchant me with your laugh
Douse me with your tongue licks,
Feeling like stinging hornets or a
Tattoo needle crawling across my flesh
Battling the many scars, bruises, freckles, marks
Trace my veins with fingertips of silk

Dance under this canopy of frostbitten ceiling fans
Relinquish power to the earths seductive pulse
Be with me

Conform your broken body with mine and
Feel my sweet tears drip into your abyss
Soak them up like dried up dandelions
Shed them too

When you feel, I feel
Say jump and I’m
not scared of the height
Air is openness and the ground is your arms
Gravitate towards me, my
radioactive body decays
Feel the radiation, the heart wrenching terrors of
unrequited loves that have left me in
shackles designed for thieves

You have stolen my heart
****** it out of its cold castle,
Crystalized by broken promises

Dream me a new day
Enfold me in destinations beyond our reach
And make sure to catapult my shattered limbs and
Flailing body at the sun,
For it shines brighter than me

Need the comfort of your giggle
Tickling me from the inside, invading my digestive system,
Planting seeds of butterflies

Cope with my sadness
I’ll cope with yours
Please
Can’t I just hold your hand.
Written to be a spoken word poem; Marcy.
Anonymous Freak Sep 2017
I am gradually falling in love
with the concept of us.
Us together.
Two poets in love,
sipping our fancy tea.

Come hammock with me,
on a beach of
star-studded
lake softened
pebbles,
I'll paint pictures
from sun-baked colors,
while you paint
images with light
and glass lenses.

Sailing while freckles
pop up on our shoulders,
your strong hands on the helm.
We'd be wind pirates,
lake waves
would spray
our laughing faces.

You and I
both crave human contact,
like we crave crisp cold air.
Old movies would sprinkle our skin
with black and white,
and our arms would intertwine.

We could cook together,
try spicy things.
The music of popping butter
would feed our souls.
We'd kiss our cats,
and walk our dogs,
side by side,
if you were mine.

I know it's strange,
and as I write,
I'm helping you win another girl,
and we're miles apart...
But if this were one
of those eighties
romantic comedies,
we'd be the best friends
who saw each other with new eyes
before the credits rolled.
And it'd be some kind of wonderful.
LifeExplorer Sep 2017
Three words
I'm left clueless
Three words
My heart rushes

Three words
My lips tremble
Three words
Your mouth mumbles

Three words
I'm in love
Three words
Gift from above

Three words
What you said
Three words
This won't end

You're all mine
That's what I heard
You're all mine
Are your three words
I just fell sooo in love. Which caused me to write this poem.
Mack Aug 2017
I know you’ve caught me staring.
Sometimes it makes me feel so blue.
And I’ll be first to admit that I’m most far from daring.
In the midst of it all, I’ve only wanted one chance with you.
Sometimes it’s as simple as a song that brings you into my head,
But your angelic melodies are always just out of my reach ahead.
You remind me of the soft colors of Fall.
Bright and ever so blissful.
When I think about it, I tend to trip over my every word.
But despite any doubt from others, I’m sure.
You’re just so valuable.
And I, at times, I’m just so shallow.
You’re an angel with wings as pure as your heart.
I’m just the toxins in the poison of the dart.
I’ve got wounds that time will never heal,
But if I can wrap yours, I might just remember what it’s like to feel…
Alive.
I’ve went weeks without sleep, keeping this in,
But I’ll be here waiting, for something new to begin.
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