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Romeo Jun 2017
i never liked the number six
until you came along.
with your ****** minivan full of empty energy
and 9:30 “i’m here"s
at a faded memory
i told you that night i wanted to jump off a bridge
i told you that i didn’t want to be alive anymore
i told you things that i never thought would’ve come out if not already said
i never liked the number six
for some reason unknown
it made me shake.
but you opened up something in me
that i can’t quite explain
"if i need to, i will”
if i need to get starbucks i will
if i need to babble i will
if i need to, if i need to, if i need to.
and the car ride from that coffee shop seemed as if we were traveling at the speed of light.
i didn’t want it to end
i didn’t want my /life/ to end
“if i need to, i will”
i was never fond of the number six
but i was always fond
of you
Poetic T Apr 2017
Consuming youth,
                      lingering  longer


In death
Six word story,
Viseract Apr 2017
There was a kid, he sat by himself
In classes he never spoke nor asked for help
He'd sit up the front, all quiet and calm
He never once did anything to hurt anyone

He just did his work, only spoke when spoken to
I'd see him alone in the courtyard, he never ate his food
Recess or lunch would swing by, he'd listen to music
And every day I saw him there so I got used to it

Then come one Lunch, he wasn't there
I pretended not to care but deep down I was scared
Because in the lesson before some kids were talking tall
About how they'd sort him out by setting him up to fall

And by God I was shaking, I was fucken nervous
He was just a quiet guy you don't need to hurt him
He never did wrong he was just around
I jumped when I heard him scream by Christ it was loud!

I ran into the amphitheatre and all the kids were screaming
He was mangled on the ground and **** was he bleeding
He looks across with fading eyes, says "help please"
I had to look away as I fell to my knees

He's looking hopefully
He's looking up to me
I look up at the shocked faces like
"You ******* happy? Answer me!
How the **** was I so blind to not see this happening?
All you ever spoke about was hurting him and killing me!

Now the tides have turned! You ******* killed him
You better run now before the darkness hunts down your sin!"
I look down again, he has a smile of hope
"Thank you for holding up the Bro Code"

Then his hand falls, it lays on his chest
And I'm not sure who's more dead, coz I got no breath
The sirens scream as loud as the kids fleeing
And all I remember was six shots and fucken running

My brother on the ground, burned into my mind
And it haunts me to this day that I left him behind
But I gottem back, made them join him
So he can get em back and start bashing
been a while since my last upload... sorry guys
Colm Mar 2017
Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like
And who I would be
If I dug out a grave six foot deep
And buried my bad habits there underneath
Once the freedom of topsoil was beneath my feet
Above that habitual grave who then would I be?
I wonder... I wonder... (:
Allan Mzyece Jan 2017
Her face is so pale, More virtual than real
She beats all high definition tech,
She is a four dimension object,
Her eyes are over 120 mega pixels;
She-sees right through a pervert's soul
Her mind is wide, but she is never kind
She'd rather be with me, than waste her time with the other guys
Her lips are roses that never die,
One kiss! just one kiss!
will make you scream "Mary Sixx!"
But sorry she does not believe in love
She has over a million goals to achieve
Besides you can never be her perfect guy
"Mary Sixx loves you" is a beautiful lie!
Because Mary Sixx wants, you to ******* Die!!!
Atlas Dec 2016
I could say I've wasted my time with you,
but it wouldn't be true
because I don't regret our conversations or the times we sat in silence.
I don't regret all of nights I lay in my room alone, crying over you
Or the days I felt like drowning
I only regret not telling you I loved you enough

Its been six years since I met you at that football game in high school
and I still look at you with the same
admiration and longing.
And I still find myself swimming in your gorgeous green eyes
Even after all we've been through,
I still think of you in the best of ways.

Loving you when I was sixteen was like loving the ocean
I fell in love with your mystery and your impeccable beauty
And the deeper I got, the harder it was to breathe
-edited-
11:14pm Dec. 20, 2016.
Ali Nov 2016
Holding onto something that doesn't exist
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