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Unknown Jun 2019
They say i'm crazy
They say i'm dangerous

They might be right

They say He's lying
They say He's dangerous

They might be right

I say We're dying
I say we're nothing anymore

I think I might be right...
plat Feb 2019
What a two faced
World we live in
Too short for some things
But too long for most
Too competitive to be humble
But too sensitive to boast
So bright during the day
And night too
We help the world, or so we say
But I really ask: who?
There is love and hate
Over the same thing
From the same person
In the same spring
But never once
Can something have it all
That would go against nature
But it would be quite a ball
Is there anything in life without two sides.
arvy lee Sep 2018
"When you are loved by an artist, you are immortal," I paint the tips of your fingers with deep blue, and the ocean forms with a movement of your hand. Pretty, so very endlessly pretty. You make the elements of earth become even more endearing.

"You live in their every masterpiece, live in their every breath," I draw finishing touches on the edges of your mouth - that I want to kiss every moment - and shadows of despair form in the words that you let out. But they sound pretty, so very endlessly pretty. You make every word in the dictionary become even more meaningful.

"And when you hurt them, you live in their memories forever." I sew words into your skin and you wince in pain but you don't stop me.
Thank you for making this easier for me.
Lyss Brianne Sep 2018
Tonight I’ll dream of lavender
Of fields filled with flowers
And a boy with ocean blue eyes
Who keeps his promise when he says he’ll never hurt me

It’s only at night that I allow myself to think of you
You are my filthiest thoughts
Of nights filled with laughter
Stolen kisses and sideways glances
I think about how badly I want you to touch me

Touch my hand in a dark room
Squeeze my knee in the car
Brush your fingers against my spine when we’re shopping
I don’t care what you do as long as you mean it

Tonight you’ll tell me that you love me
I’ll wake up before I get to answer
The sun shining through my blinds,
a reminder of what will never be

In my dreams you ask to kiss me
Your voice thick like honey
I say yes, sweet as sugar
I wake up and still feel the ghost of your lips on mine

Tonight I’ll beg for a nightmare
Anything to keep you off of my mind
I can’t keep loving you deeply
Breaking my own heart is a daily occurrence
I don’t have enough in me to keep from falling apart
Manda Kolav Aug 2018
We were lovers before we were friends
In the sun that wore your skin
Like a summer dress
you didn’t hesitate to climb into my treehouse
And decorate it with sparkly things
You never bothered to ask
If the trees limbs could hold us both
Instead you acquainted me with your smile
Pearly teeth, empty eyes
Cross legged on the wooden floor
Adorned in the oncoming light
Your ringlets caught every ray that day
When winter came
I found you again
Instead this time I was a coat rack
And you filled my hands with blankets
As we sat together watching the wind
Talking about tomorrow.
But your smile couldn’t hold the sun
Instead your eyes met mine
And I saw the cold outside
I saw in you all the pretty things you liked
Unfortunately I didn’t shine like them
I couldn’t catch your eye
So when you told me you loved me

I let you
M Apr 2018
hanahaki.
which the victim coughs up flower petals and suffocate
when they suffer from one-sided love,
an unrequited love.

honestly,
as interesting and
unique as it sounds,
if it was a real disease, it must hurt.

why?
because he will make flowers bloom in my heart,
and as beautiful as it sounds,
it will suffocate me and it will hurt.
M Apr 2018
as my head pounds,
and tears streamed down my face,
i wish that i could erase you,
permanently- out from my life.

i wish i could erase you,
like when people erase something
with an eraser.
i wish it’s as easy as that.

and i wish i could erase you,
like when people erase something
with a correction tape.
i think i’d be better off without you.

but no matter how much i tried,
forgetting you, and vanishing you-
you’d still be here,
somehow.

i hate it.

but, erasers and correction tape,
left marks, right?
:)
rom Apr 2018
i fear the Summer
for Dawn arrives early and her touch that rouses the sky
sends you promptly to sleep
while i am left alone in this blinding light

i fear the Autumn
for when she approaches,
the leaves that conceal my longing for your embrace
gently fall to the terrain underneath

i fear the Winter
for she strips me naked
and destroys the guise i made from the canopy of my brethren –
the canopy that shielded my grotesque body and gnarled veins from your gaze

and i mostly fear the Spring
for when the evening comes and the Wind sings her tune,
sweeping my leaves into her trail,
i wish for her to carry them to you
where i am reminded once more that nothing on this land can reach you
during the night
(since this burning desire that shall remain as it is will never curtail our distance)
and moreso during the day
(when you slowly fade from my sight)
wew first piece for 2018 ! inspired while I was in the campus of ADMU
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