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Meagan Jan 2013
~ Confusion consumes all five senses
   This new world, what experiences await?
~ Is no one affected by my new presence?
   Aimlessly searching for where I belong
~ Unaware of these faces, their eyes focused curiously
   Ignoring every single iris judgment
~ This new place, these emotions increasing furiously
   Hoping something appears, to cease all tension
~ The first step in this new world, is simply commotion
   Something changes with the new day; new light, new hope
~ Our first interaction, the butterflies appear instantly
   Mid conversation, I can't help but smile
~ A rush of happiness, this is just the beginning
   Alone at last, at least for a little while
~ Time disappears, as I lay with you simply grinning
   My heart starts racing, I can't control it anymore
~ As time carries on, my heart feels restored
   To trust again, laugh again, love again
~ Expressing the inner me, not as hard as I imagined
   Something about him, everything feels right
~ I need some time, to sort out the confusion
   He patiently waits, until that beautiful night
~ I don't want to wait anymore, I still have butterflies
   Finally he's mine, no confusion, no lies
~ Perfection and passion, from one life changing kiss
   This is beautiful, so safe and my favorite bliss
~Meagan Williams
  1.15.13
The story of entering a new world, and to be saved by true love.
Sameer Denzi Aug 2014
The perpetual fair at my little village
Is a sight to behold for one and all.
Vendors come from near and far
To sell their enchanting wares to all.

One is selling salvation guaranteed
for all of eternity with no toil at all.
Another sells you virtual reality
To escape from your daily slavery.
While another sells you eternal youth
So you can always indulge your vanity.
There's one selling grandiose schemes
On how one day you can bathe in gold.
Such are the vendors at our village fair
Selling such great wares to one and all.

But when a man arrived at our great fair
Giving 'common sense' free to one and all,
He was ridiculed by all for being a fool
and threw his ware as far as they could.
What good can come form this”, they said,
its worth so little that he's giving it away
If common sense wasn't so "common" maybe we'd value it a little bit more.
--x--
Margaret Aug 2014
The love poems make sense.
The songs make sense.
They always made sense.
But they never made sense.
Ruthie Aug 2014
Im sorry I don't make sense all the time.
Sometimes I get lost in flashbacks or daydreams.
I kind of prefer being anywhere but in my own mind.
Sorry if that makes me hard to understand.
People aren't used to my unusually honest rambles.
A Strong sense of unease fills my mind and soul

my body trembles is it fear or the cold night

looking around at seemingly quiet streets

what waits in this darkness that engulfs me

once feeling safe and secure now I want to flee

evil exists all about in the form of human beings

cruel calculating driven by what often a mystery

few cause so much misery and horror in society

overpowering subtle in their persuasive false way

most want to live peacefully keeping evil at bay

do  you not feel it to that unseen lingering unease

always there ready to attack like a viral disease!

The Foureyed Poet.
Can you not feel the unease as humans blunder towards their destiny? The Foureyed Poet.
Anne Jul 2014
Yes, I am falling in love with you.
At first I did not realize why I was feeling this feeling,
But now I know, I am growing in love with you.
Why?
Don’t ask me why,
For all I can reply with is
‘Why not?’
I could stand by you,
No, you’re not perfect.
You’ll never be.
But I’m not a perfect me,
So let’s be an imperfect harmony
I’ll love you with a love I don’t understand.
Yet it will
all  
make
sense.
First thoughts.
-Anne
SM Jul 2014
Where will you be
when it all begins to crumble

Standing idle and alone
as it slowly chips away
running out of breath
and words left
that could make sense of it all
Nothing remains in your grasp
and all is left
to chance

Where will you be
when it all comes crashing down
Holly Nicole Jun 2014
Nothing but fragments
A picture frame with no picture
I can't see you, yet you remain
In the back of my mind
You remain
These thoughts don't connect
Don't flow
I can't seem to make sense of anything
Anything but
*You
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