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Elijah Nicholas Oct 2014
We stood on the edge,
"One, two, three, we jump," I said.
I jumped. You didn't.
Brenna Martin Oct 2014
adrenaline and alcohol coursing through my veins,
eyes lowered, breathing slowed,
staring at the stage.
fueled by self confidence, or lack thereof,
hands shaking, knees are weak,
tonight I'm in love.
you're here with her but I can't fight it,
lonely girl, attention *****,
habit I can't quit.
kissing her with your hands on me,
bodies sweaty, subtle touching,
risking that she'll see.
Twinkle Oct 2014
I shall seal my lips
Never open to utter
For I wonder
What is better
to speak your heart out
and be construed a fool
or to store it in
and be considered a sage
Sometimes what is better, to confront or to deal with the hurt. When I usually do, I fear the risk of loosing. Is it always me?
Sara fairmeal Sep 2014
Love is a complicated game
Made more difficult bye the people playing it

Too complicated too complex
Always changing and evolving
i never wished to understand it

Iv seen the damage dealt
When love fails
I never wanted to feel that pain

I had seen it and i feared it
I couldn't let myself take that risk
Even if it meant being lonely

But then i found you
And i find that it is a risk
Im willing to take
Rick Warr Jul 2014
life is rich with chance to risk
with wonder and supposing
not to live and love in cliche
please stand clear doors closing
This stuff comes to me often when I'm on the train.
EDB Sep 2014
There's no quite sensation
Like awaiting the vibration
Devastation
or
elation
You're response keeps me waitin'
The dreaded "..." of an eventual reply
Her
I feel troubled,
at war with myself, at war with fate.
Master of my own destiny?
I wish, I miss
her.

A million dollars is not enough,
A billion, maybe.
Yet longing for something money cant buy.
Her.

My demons haunt me, faultering.
The duality in which I exist
contracts and pulls at the soul, yet the heart only wants
her.

Ready to face the pain of rejection,
the dooming blow of heartache.
The darkness which will claim another piece of me.
Is it worth it.

Who knows,
all the matters is
her.
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