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Sungmoo Bae Sep 2020
The two ol' pals are facing each other.

He passes a glass of poison
to his dear guest, leaning
near the front door, slightly opened;
and he's learning the reason—

why he's standing there,
about to storm out of the stone-cold apartment—
'bout to burst in tears
shedding the vivid droplets

that shouldn't be belonging to a mere ghost.
Yet he's fleeting, escaping the scene still,
while the owner of the kitchenette
is putting back the bottle

    to where it belonged;
    and he's gone, present no longer.

The drink on the rock—left on the shelf—
is evaporating, following the vaporized guest,
leaving the scent of faint alcohol
that lulls the other friend to regretful sleep.
(C) Copyright: Saul Bae (Sungmoo Bae)

Last Revised: 21th of December, 2020.
Cody Smith Apr 2020
In other words; you were forced down my throat and now I can't breathe without you.
EmotionalPoet Jan 2019
You're just another ******* hidden under the name of God.
You're soon to be 40
I'm nowhere near 30
I hate you so much now, I only wish you bad
I hope you'll die soon, wasn't your plan to be closer to God?
All your ******* stupid beliefs broke us apart.
And I feel a LOSER falling in your trap of love.
I hope you'll read this and understand that you shouldn't exist
A mistake you were always, an angry ******* beast.
So upset with my ex. Tired of all the things I had to go through for him. I'm tired of thinking about him.
Amanda Kay Burke Jul 2018
You think I really hate you
Know I ******* should
But I do not think I ever will
Any girl in my place would

In head screams echo off the walls
My soul rotting, begging to heal
Organs a meager cushion for substances
Heart beats but doesn't want to feel

Raindrops pound, I miss your kiss
And I swear painful truth is all I  see
Used to write my adoration for you
It is clear you are unworthy

Picking at emotional scabs
Left by resentful carving knives
I wonder between snaps of anger
If this is how you wanted us to live our lives
I wish you would have thought things through
karen Sep 2017
Bullets fall from my mouth.
I bleed anger
And then embarrassment
I am resentful.

I resent the way you do not understand me
I resent the way you do not seem to try.
You don't understand the way that your words slice under my skin and nick my heart
I am tired

I am tired that you invalidate all the miles I've walked with ****** blisters in my pretty work shoes.
And I am tired of the way that
Bullets bleed from my mouth
i really feel ignored and under-appreciated and i have a problem with lashing out
Jude kyrie Sep 2015
This shore is where we walked
between the whistling
sands of the dunes
The cry of seabirds
and the thunder of the sea
as it broke its waves upon our feet.
I thought of you as I walked
the spray filling my eyes
like salty tears.
and I know
my days will turn past deaths shadows
and time will freeze the mountains
before you hear
these sounds again with me.
Jason Drury Dec 2014
Resenting the light,
from the Olympian,
that warms my wool.

It cowards behind holly,
that grows in the pine grove.
Retreats to shaded cold,
below timber arms.

It is disgusted to the sight,
of white, yellow and orange.
Prefers the blue of night.

As it fades, flows and steeps.
It becomes clear,
pillaged of its white veneer.

Though, it carries forward,
like a grudge that won’t melt away.
Or is it more like love,
ever changing.

Or even as stubborn,
as a cold bedded love.
That brings life to you,
at least once a year.

But, in the end
it recedes.
Into the wood,
from under the holly.

Then waits,
until you’ve almost forgotten.
AW Feb 2015
Don't you dare try to convince me that
You taught me how to fly when
You were the one who pushed me
Over the edge.
Before you,
I was afraid of heights and
Even then I didn't stop falling after
I realized you would never be there to catch me.
~ A.W.

I might have hit the ground, but I got up again.
Moksha Feb 2015
Horror binds my body in place
I'm struck by the height of your ignorance
Facing the hateful comments from a race
That uses religion as it's weapon.

Help me cleanse myself of this
Of evil thoughts of destroying them too
For I will not take their place.
I wont become you.

I wont spend sleepless nights
venting my frustrations on the innocent
Poisoning my ideals and my future
With fools who have no aspiration

i wont bow down to your demands
And i wont speak to you either
For your brain doesn't have the capacity
to understand this: society is evil.

Keep my body as an example
Of a girl who dared to try,
Who stood up for true morals,
And fought for what was right.
Anisha Baid Sep 2014
If a world is known by its ideals
Let mine be known as sanity
Let all men be infertile
And all women, stale
Let streets be known for sanitation
And all babies dipped in chlorine
All talk, sterile and sufficient
All excrement concealed
Let the youth of my predecessors
And their mocking vulgarity
Drown in a town of minimal design
And shocking similarity.
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