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Mad Apr 2017
Don't look at me like that
because I don't get you at all
I would like to call that a stare of longing
but I'd be lying to myself
Funny how my mind thinks your eyes speak love
when my heart is the one falling
mjad Apr 2017
When we walk I just  
Stare at you looking ahead
Like your eyes are trying to escape your head
And your feet are not moving
Swiftly enough for them
Your mind holds the future
And your mouth tries to say it
But your lips fail to move
Fast enough to explain it
My eyes are trying to
See into you and understand
Your arm that’s swinging pulling
Me along quicker with you
When we walk
Gabriel burnS Dec 2016
We bowl and yet
no ball is thrown;
our gazes roll
through lanes unseen

two ends,
two pairs
of eyes;

whoever wins,
scatters all
the thoughts
on the other end
like pins
Anne Scintilla Dec 2016
One flight higher,
One step up.

Two eyes would meet,
One will surrender.

Right foot step,
Left heel back.

Straight to the darkness,
Fell head over heels.

One step higher,
One slip up.

Falling in pieces ,
Faking broken smiles.

Feet forward,
Pride stares back.

No stairway drama,
Just a storybook end.
121316 21:12

I found this poem as I came across one of my filled notebooks on my desk earlier. I wrote this a few months ago with the inspiration of a vintage spiral staircase picture online.

Thank you for reading it.

A.S.
Penthesilea Dec 2016
I always have been the second glance, but never the intense stare.
Ouch.
Gaius Normanyo Nov 2016
Bumping Marvin Gaye at the light
Mind like an engine constantly on the run
Confused stares through an open window
“What age is this ***** headed young man from?"
2:52 PM- 3:00 PM, 11/19/16
dream Nov 2016
look at me like I'm the star that shines
   the brightest
like I'm the only one who puts your patience into tests

give me back the words that used to
   comfort me
retrieve the tears that fell down when
   it shouldn't be

let the butterflies fly again
   and prove me why you should be my
   man
Sasha Ranganath Sep 2016
sitting down drawing circles on sand
by the ocean for 16 years without disturbances,
save a few hefty feet trampling down sand castles
but then one day something happened
and an overwhelming wave comes hurling itself at you,
and you have no escape plan despite living on the sand all your life
the wave comes bearing galaxies from atlantis,
blinding starlight, and a myriad perfect seashells.
it feels like an eternity,
being consumed by the wave as you're given
a tour of every attraction there is,
receiving free samples every now and then.
you succumb to the star dust,
enthralling you like a child at disneyland,
or tumblr teens on the fourth of july.
it feels like you're the only one lucky enough
to witness this spectacle, and you're marvelling
marvelling
marvelling
marvelling
marvel-
.
.
.
.
.
no air
you're gasping
muddy
sand in your eyes
and through the excruciating discomfort,
you see a hundred other silhouettes looking back at you.
---;
this is how it was, loving him briefly.
and this will stare him in the face,
but perhaps his eyes, too, full of sand
will stare right back at me
“silhouettes” he'll say
“silhouettes are what make my day”
Viseract Sep 2016
I wanna raise my voice
Hear my words carried off on stale air
As I gaze all around
I feel the judging stares

SHUT! THE! ****! UP!
Why can't I just be me?
SHUT! THE! ****! UP!
Why is this so hard?

I wanna run, I wanna hide
Can't release what I feel inside
It tears me apart, so slowly
I wanna go, can't stay anymore
Curl into a ball and....

Death marches the streets,
A parade of defeat
Showing off these victims

They all look like me...
******

You drown me in my hatred
Sanity, taken from me, confiscated
Removed without consent
And it gets better yet

GET THE **** OUT OF MY MIND
I don't need you, I'd rather be alone
Leave me to my sorrow, my misery
END! ME!

I scream in complete silence
Subdued by my mind, red with violence
Fingers twitch and bones rattle
Fighting me, is my hardest battle

*And I've not won yet
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