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Sydney Ann Nov 2014
I see you sit beneath that tree
I
t's branches swaying in the breeze
You're staring and your eyes are lit
I feel the heat that you e mi t

You make me peaceful when I'm fried
When I believe I've lo s t my mind
Maybe if you'd be  s o kind
You 'd sit with me beneath this tree
And I'll forget my worries happily
Connect the dots?
Tiny, puffy clouds
were once above my head
My feet were there below,
steady and firmly placed.

I can walk a straight path
with no complications
Even in twist and turns
and a loss of directions

Rarely do I trip
or dangle from the branches
The weeds are growing taller
but facile to remove.

I traveled further
in the long, narrow streets
The constant flickering lights,
a very mysterious aura

I headed straight,
but something made me turn
the clouds were on my feet
I suddenly disappeared.
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2014
Eleanor Rigby Oct 2014
The first time I loved you was
because you were caring and kind.
The second time
was for the exact opposite.

And the last was
for a mixture of both.


F.Z.N
Veemz Aug 2014
We are polar opposites
We are different
Now think about this
Don't opposites attract?
Carley Aug 2014
And people stare
At you in your band tees
And me in my polka dots
And they say
How could they be happy
They don't realize
That when you leave
I spend the night in that tee
And listen to that band
And I remember
How you smelled
How you smiled
How you sang
And ran
And kissed me the day
I fell in love with you.
-CsR
Hollow Jun 2014
No man
Can plug holes
In this ****
Camille Marie Jun 2014
When everything's wrong,
I know you're fine.

When everything's fine,
I know you're wrong.
nichole r Jun 2014
my mind is a mess
of spilled ink and fluttering pages
of nameless faces and faceless names
of pink sunsets and choking waves
of dying grips with icy flesh
if spreading smiles with no conviction
of e v e r y t h i n g .
and it is too much to handle.
People think I'm mature enough to be called as an Adult.
Make-ups on, tidy looking clothes, all that matters are my outer appearance.
Fancy restaurants, pricey things, and luxurious car. It's what people think that would make every girl fall onto their arms.
Independent, superb cooking skills, tall and slim, it's what every boys hoped for to be their partner.
Throughout these years, I've lived my life, putting every of my sweat and tears to everything I do. Only fatigue piles up my days.

To this day, my messy hair, my bare face, as well as my comfy and casual wear, is what I have to be an adult.
Chilling out at a cute & sweet looking cafe, walking around the crowded city, shopping for useless stuffs, that's what I enjoy during my day.
I'm not good at cooking, I'm not that model looking body, and...
I'm stupid in love...

I'm sorry that I can't be the girl you wished for, I can't be the trustworthy  girlfriend that will shine your days better, for all I am..


                                                is just a Kid at Heart <3
Dedicated to all people who doesn't have the eye to see me clearly for who I am :) :)
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