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Santiago A Aug 7
Thinking I've long moved on.
These constant thoughts of her
assumed having long been gone
now they randomly will recur.

Today was such a case.
Going through my tunes
Unexpectedly in their place
A song I'd sing to you in June.

a birthday song I'd rehearse
reminder of one I once knew
and a day I'll forever curse
I'm still haunted by the ghost of you.
I like this style of poetry. Telling a story whilst rhyming is a passion of mine. And conveniently June was a rhyme and I chose that month, because her birthday was in June, and I had a surprise planed. Seeing a song I had downloaded nearly 2 years prior bringing up the ghost I'm forever haunted by.
you lifted me in a dream,
like it was nothing—
like the years hadn’t passed
like storms
through our bodies.

we spun until dizzy,
grinning like we used to:
in a world filled
with lollipops,
doorway dates,
and curfews.

you never kissed me
the way stories end.
you only loved me
in the narrow space
between your name
and your friend’s.

you told me
i should be with someone good,
someone who could hold
all my stories.
but never said,
someone like you.

you held my heart
when it spilled,
drunk, full of ache,
and my hand on a bench
before life swelled
and whisked us away.

no fallout.
no fight.
just the silence.
this one is about someone who cared more about a friend’s feelings than his own.
August 6, 2025
my extremities are bound to your mahogany desk - what seems to be your working space. for the first time they are rendered purposeless, just drifting in your current like a priceless tonic. heavy torrents out there but i can't hear them. i know no amount of downpour can water down the sinful scarlet we caught ourselves into. we're about to roam wild and free tonight, where only my mind could reach.

so you commanded me to be on all fours, leaving gaps between my lips:
"spit...
spit out poetry and banters into my mouth.
spit...
spit out bitter truth that is hard for the night to bear.
i'm all ears, but im not sure if my heart can take it."

with you, i become my own libertine.
Nosy Aug 3
Can a certain affection,
Perhaps feel as a victory
My love for you, platonically
Deeply rooted into my soul

My veins made for dancing ours,
My eyes made for meeting yours
Self made at heavens sake
I love you dearly my best friend.
jenacie82 Aug 1
I want to go
I stay
Straying further away
We dont speak for days
I dont want it to be this way
Forgive me
Forget me not
Visvod Jul 31
Their eyes are the same
but the glint is different.
What if you're the only one
seeing this side of them?
You are. (You aren't.)

Aren't you so special?

They're so charming. Seductively kind. Disarming.

Wake up. The lumberjack is pointing the chainsaw at your neck.

It's time to see the forest for the trees
or feel their roots absorb you for nutrients.
Your choice.
...Well not anymore.

You had your chance.
Now become one with the decaying forest in eternal vows.
Instincts are primal adaptations that saved us from imminent danger. Never let someone bypass your internal alarms because you let them smash the keypad.
stillhuman Jul 31
The light in the corridor
smells of summer plants
of tall stinging grass
burning heat
on white flowers
that are too bright to look at

it sounds like crickets in the night
just outside our window
and for some reason
of the screeching of a car
on the asphalt

it looks like pearly sweat
on your skin
after a day of hard work
and your hands stained
with white dust and paint

it sounds like your voice
mimicking mine
but answering prayers
behind calls in the night


As the light turns off
I realise
I never stopped worshipping you
a part of me still lives in that summer
Tre Waters Jul 31
Maybe if I,
Bent over backwards until my spine ******* snapped.

If I,
Went broke trying to spoil you,
To your hearts content.

If I,
Said yes,
For you,
There's no such thing as no.

If I,
Isolated myself,
So it's just you and me.

If I,
Rushed things,
Bought the ring,
Forgot about the speed.

If I,
Fought against,
Every guy you'd ever **** meet.

If I,
Throw away my trauma,
**** mine,
Yours is what mattered.

If I,
Worked some more,
You had 1 job,
Me 4,
But YOU need the break.

If I,
Give you MY house,
Give you MY car,
Everything in MY name.

If I,
Degrade myself,
"I'm disgusting."
I bet that'd boost your self esteem.

If I,
Never gave a ****,
And just let you do your own thing.

If I,
Shut my mouth,
Didn't stress about the rent.

If I,
Never stood up for once,
And demanded some respect.

If I,
Wasn't human,
Just one of your pets.

If I,
If I.

Maybe if you,
Didn't leave me,
Utterly broken and damaged.

Then maybe,
Time healed,
There were no pills,
And I could of managed.

Instead,
I sit here.
Crying,
Wondering "what the **** happened".

Asking myself,
"If i",
"If you".
As if that would've mattered.

Together 4 years,
Now for 4 months.
You don't even know,
That I've vanished.




-Tré
A poem, from me, to you.
Lee Jul 30
I’m trying
I’m trying
Just so you know
I’m changing
I’m changing
But it’s too slow
I need help
I need help
But now you’re low
You need help
You need help
You say do not go
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