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ZL Jun 2015
the only things I'm good at is
poetry
and making people smile!

But oh how my soul hurts at night

because I have yet to find
anyone to stay with me
a longer while....
Lauren Leal Jun 2015
I''m letting go for good darling
I'm sick and tired of the quarreling
You say that you love me ever so much
That you want to be with me and feel my touch

Yet you never answer your phone
you don't ever reply, you leave me feeling alone
You get mad when I then make assumptions
Then you come up with all these presumptions

You can't even follow your own word
When I call you out, you act like a coward
You come up with the same excuses
With that my trust it reduces

You are not the one I remember falling for
That one must have died crumpled on the floor
I can't see the light with us anymore
Which is unfortunate, because only you I could adore

I'm letting go for good ***
Consider myself dead and done
I was hoping for a better outcome

I can no longer love what you have become
Happened on my birthday at that
IcySky Jun 2015
I like personality, not popularity.
I like sweetness, not beast mode.
I like gorgeous eyes, I don't care about the "gun show".
"I wanna cuddle" is not the same,
to me, as to you.
I want conversation, not fornication.
The bad boy thing is cool,
but not being an *******.
Why you have to ask me?
"Are you single?"
Of course I am...
Because what I want,
I can never find.
I want marriage, not just a slot in your weekly calendar.
So if i ask...
"Do you wanna be my boyfriend???"
Then you fit the profile.

Who would?


Escape:
"If you like piña coladas and getting caught in the rain
If you're not into yoga, if you have half a brain
If you like making love at midnight in the dunes of the cape
Then I'm the love that you've looked for, write to me and escape"
I'm a girl who goes by
personality not looks,
good looks is just a bonus...
I don't see why knowing
what i want is such a big deal.
Phoebe Hynes Jun 2015
Plant me and forget about me,
for I am an annual.
I will show up when you haven’t thought about me for a while.
You might remember what color I am,
or you might be surprised that
I’m in fact purple.
You’ll have to get back into the routine of tending to me.
And we’ll have to develop our relationship all over.
I’m merely a fling,
which you’ll go back to every single summer.
I lose my petals after October
and you simply can’t handle that.
You’ll find comfort inside
caring for an exotic cactus you bought in the Home Depot garden section.
Seeing you every day for four months is truly worth it
though.
Janine Jacobs Jun 2015
We lock eyes across a swarm of strangers
and for brief moment time slowed
It is only your presence I notice
I force myself to look away but I can't
Content with being stuck in this moment
Compelled by your familiar eyes

Day after day we share these looks
Even when I don't see you
I feel your eyes upon me
As if pulled towards the gravity of your stare
Tempted to discover your intentions

Oneday I take in all of you
My eyes run over your entire body
and rests on your hands
Where I see the band on your wedding finger
My eyes drop to the floor

I have averted your gaze ever since
Your intense, passionate, all-consuming stares
Should be afforded to your wife, not me
harry coool Jun 2015
i dont know where my life is going,
i dont know where i am going,
but i know where i am...
but i dont like being here...
i want to go somewhere...
somewhere far away from here..
i find myself stuck here,
i think to find way out of here.
i think, think and keep thinking,
but what shall i do rather thinking.
i try to work hard...
i even fail to try hard...
i feel so weak,
i feel a gap,
i am missing something,
is that i need something?
if that something is someone,
then is she that someone?
then why i lied to her,
not once, many times.
why i said no to her,
not once, twice twice,
Not to one,
to the two.
Because i really didnt knew,
that what i wanted, needed?
But thought  she dint needed me,
she deserved the better!!!
i wanted to be that better...
not for her,for me...
for those who love me...
i want everyone to love me...
i want to be a big man,
a healthy wealthy rich man...
a hero, a love of all.
but dont know what to do...
to be free n move out of here...
i am stuck somewhere,
i wanna be out of here.
How to go, go out of here,
to that dreamworld,
where i want to be...
but i somehow feel that
i am not good at anything,
like i am not good at poetry.
i have written this poem as i just wanted to express something out my heart and dipressed mind.
this is the time when i realise that i am worth nothing...i have wasted my life... college is about to end and i dont know that what to do now...even i dont know what should i try for...
i failed at about all phases of life...

i am still single as always i was...and now jobless and aimless...looking for that ray of light to start all over again...
ZL Jun 2015
I've tried
tried, tried
and now
I'm tired.

my heart
is under attack
because no one
seems to love me back.

now I'm left with this
this youthful body
and this pretty sad face
in this empty place.

guess I'm left
to love myself
***** anyone else.
Ana Habib Jun 2015
I Love you Pumpkin!

As they lowered my mother’s casket into the ground
I held on to my father’s hands tightly
I looked at my father—failing to read him
His grey eyes looked at nothing in particular
And lips uttered words only he understood

He let go of my hands abruptly and started walking ahead
Leaving me behind with my aunt and her husband
I stayed with them till it was time to go home

Home- the word sounded strange to my ears
What good was a home if you did not have a mother to go home to?
One who you could talk to about all your worries
Rest your head on her lap and feel all your tensions drift away every time she stroked your hair

But I had to go anyway—It has been raining and I was soaked to the bone
When I got home
The air smelled musty and everyone was still in their “mourning clothes”
If I had my way I would throw away my Wednesday Adams inspired frock and Mary Janes into the fire once and for all
My father, aunt, uncle and grandmother sat around the kitchen table and tried their best not to weep into the food that was sent by the neighbors
I had no appetite to even begin with so I left the table without saying a word
I went to my room changed my clothes and flopped on my bed
I was too tired for anything else and wanted to be left alone for the rest of my days
But this was just wishful thinking
My problems started during the next couple of days
My aunt and uncle had graciously stayed with us for 2-3 days, before leaving on a Friday morning
But not before my aunt took the liberty of rummaging through my mother jewelry box stealing a keepsake or two
“Oh something to remember my older sister by” she laughing said
But I knew better
This had upset me a great deal but it was the least of my worries

My father had started behaving strangely
Coming home late into the night and bringing with him empty bottles and strange odors instead of dinner and clothes
Forgetting to restock the fridge and pay the bills on time
I was busy with school but I pitched in to help whenever I could
But nothing ever pleased my father!

“Lola why are the eggs burned” that earned me a pinch on the arm
“Take out the garbage” he would yell out and smack me across the head
“The soup tastes like dishwater”

The complaints increased with time and the beatings as well
There were 7 days in a week and he may be spared me for two
Everything and anything ticked the man off

I on the other hand was changing colors like chameleon from blue to purple and looked more like a ragdoll then a 14 year old girl
I hardly fit into my school uniform anymore

I could not remember how long this went on for but soon enough it was routine
He would beat in the day
And come to my room to sooth my wounds during the night

He never apologized- all he had to say was this “I love you pumpkin”
As if that was enough to heal the cigarette he placed on my arms and legs

My bruised face
Purple eyes
Broken bones

Things took a turn for the worse on my 17 birthday
My father would only come home now at night just to slowly creep into my room and check on me
Not on my wounds but my body instead
My eyes remained closed the entire time but that never helped
He was big man and had me easily pinned to my bed
He slapped me about when I tried to get away and thrashed around like a fish out of water

He only had this much to say
“I love you pumpkin”

Going to the police did not help
I could not inform my aunt and
My grandmother was buried six feet under the ground

July 1st The day of his birthday
I decided to end this once and for all
I made Chinese and baked a cake
My father always got home around one in the morning
So I thought I would surprise him by dressing up like his lovely dead wife

I walked into my mother’s room for the first time after she passed away and opened up her walk in closet.
I didn’t waste any time in looking at the dresses and endless arrays of shoes and handbags
I picked out a black dress—one of my fathers favorites
Adorned myself in her precious jewels and spirited on her favorite perfume “Haiku”
So it was the first thing my father would inhale when he walked into the house
Just like I predicted the vile man finally came home
I made myself comfortable in the family room but sitting on my mother’s favorite chair with a glass of wine

The front door suddenly creaked open and I could hear the sounds of heavy footsteps making their way to the living room

The lights came on and I got into character
My father was very startled to see me
“Luna” he croaked
“Yes John It is I”
The man was definitely drunk
I put the glass down and stood up to embrace him
He ran to me like a child
“My darling how I missed you” I mimicked
I gingerly embraced him before coaxing him to sit in my mother chair and offered him the wine

He protested but I did not take no for an answer and begin to massage his neck
Just like the mother used to do it without getting sick
And hummed a tune of my own
After an eternity later I could see he was a little calmer then before
I continued what I was doing but this time using only one hand
And reached for the frying pan I had kept behind the sofa before hand

Before he could take my mother’s name again
I brought the pan down and struck on the head
I smiled when the blood finally started to trickle down

With a satisfied smirk I only had this much to say “I love you pumpkin”
Cat Fiske Jun 2015
The problem with our love,
was when I only loved,
Love
JR Falk Jun 2015
I feel as though
I've changed a lot as a person
since you left.
But the one thing I can't shake,
is how empty
I still feel
without you.
9:28am.
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