Why am I so damn hard to swallow?
Again and again repeat
"You're just too strong."
What does that even mean?
Like black coffee?
You just have to acquire the taste...?

Do I have to dilute myself with heavy cream?
Will I be bearable then?

I am ineffable
and you'll choke a little every time you realize
I don't always have enough sugar.

I am too real, I come off deep and strong. Why is that abnormal?
Crimsyy 2d

I've learned to pull out the plug
when enough is enough,
because flesh and minds
sometimes are too much,
I know you've realized it now
but it's too late
and there's no going back,
no erasing mistakes.

I could wipe your slate clean
but I'm caught in
a mess you made,
torn between which side to take
and which one to forsake,

and now your face is
turning red from rage or regret,
because I won't choke on
the words I said,

and someone will miss you,
someone will miss you,
someone will miss you,
but that someone isn't me.

- Crimsyy

A/N: Thankyou so much for reading! The moral of this one is - actually, I'll let you work that out ;) What do you think of this one?

i am happy
because i have friends
who love me to the end.
i have a reason to smile
every single day.
i can laugh from my soul
and smile through my eyes.
i don't have to pretend.

i waited so long
to be in this place.
i climbed mountains of pain
just hoping i would gain
the life i'm living today.

i'm so happy to say
here i am
with happiness exuding
from every bit of my existence.
i
am
happy.

no more fear. no more bad. life is good and i am so happy.

i love you
don't you know?
more then she could ever love you

and i know its just a short thing
you and her
but it still hurts to think
of you and her
together
while I'm sitting here alone
thinking of you in her arms
while I'm all alone
without you
and it hurts
and it hurts
and it hurts
and its hurts

i should have said no
should have said no
no
no
no
no
it hurts thinking of
you and her together
while I'm alone

god I'm so stupid
and I've made mistakes
but I've been here for you
I'd never heard her name before
yet you say shes one of your closest friends

and i know its just a short thing
you and her
but it still hurts to think
of you and her
together
while I'm sitting here alone
thinking of you in her arms
while I'm all alone
without you
and it hurts
and it hurts
and it hurts
and its hurts

i should have said no
should have said no
no
no
no
no
it hurts thinking of
you and her together
while I'm alone

but i can't tell you no
i love you too much to tell you know
so I'll be quiet
because when you're happy
I'm happy too

Tatiana 4d

Waves crash like cars on the shore.
The surf sliding swiftly on soft sand,
Slowing greatly but never stopping.
Then rapidly receding again.

The crashing, thrashing sounds of waves
Used to echo in ears so hollow
Shaped like empty conch shells.
Hear the hushed, rushing sound of a blood-like ocean.

The creatures that live beneath
Water of confused hues, blue and green.
Tolerate visitors of all shapes and sizes
Who swim in their home, to a degree.

The ocean's meaning is deeper than the depths of me,
With a destiny predetermined by the moon.
I can not alter the nature of the ocean.
Just like the nature of the ocean should not alter me.

I'm not as afraid of the ocean as I used to be.

Popping in and popping out again with a quickly written poem about my relationship with the ocean.

Missing a moment,
too self centered see
a girlfriend's beauty;

physical flesh
of minds electric
exhale purple images
upon galaxy screens  
silky neuron fabric
weaved with dreams
tie memories
to feeling

kjolianne Jul 16

I've tried to coexist with the possoms, pimps, vagabonds and varmits. The fly you ask? Oh, they'd never harm it.
I've tried to live with maggots.
Yet they cling to my shirt writhing for crumbs or dessert?
The spiders are more romantic. They out number all the critters I'd bet it.
I'm fighting one off as I write,
It's weaving pasts and future from the top of my head in the light.
The roaches extend many generations, their Great great Grandpapi is just so glad we've all made it.
I really admire how they survive all I do to spite them.
How I live with such sentience, yet cant keep up with a lighter?

#no
Mike Virgl Jul 9

Centuries stretch into decades
Decades crumble to years
Years dilute to months
Months spoil to weeks
Weeks transform to days
Days pass through hours
Hours scramble to minutes
Mintues fall to seconds

And it goes and goes
With a logramthic speed
While I stand still
To contort some truth:

Man made measurments meticulously made
May mark mere moments
But
With words witheld within
Wallowing waves wash

And trap him in

And...

I speak in riddles as I should
When faced with nothing
But left with the word "could"?

Could of? Of course. Could I? Yes.
I could do anything, definitely
But no I would never
It is a hopless endeavor

And death ushers who it will
And brings their heart to a still
As we all look to how old
To comfort us
From death's hold

For his grip is unrelenting, arbitary, overreaching and perpetual

Nonsensical greatgrandmother you inspired me

I swear im crazy wtf is this
Steve Jul 8

A stitch in time
Is a victimless crime
No, no need to call 9
99

Nein

Never regretted falling in love with you
But when I fell to Earth bouncing off the edge
Instead of falling in your comfort
in many ways our love were birth to live short
friends passing judgments, our ears lead our minds to believe in other statements
Sparking the fuse that would blow our hearts to pieces
Trying to build again on a damaged foundation, just to watch it crumble again

Can only ask where did it all go so wrong
Can only wonder if words was never said and actions never took place
Where would this story be taking place

After the volcano erupted I was left there covered in the ash
Of our love
Lost, with you no where to be found
Taking refugee on a island of loneliness and endless forgetful memories
But even Paradise have its thunder storm
through the dark covered sky, lights cracks through

You breaking me, made me stronger
Being lonely and lost give me a chance to be found and find self happiness
Being heartbroken maybe me realize what I want and what I deserve
Losing you, is where i found myself
Regret loving you would be to regret finding myself -
Myself growth

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