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Alex May 2019
Maybe it's the warmth
Or the delicious aroma of burning meat
But I wanna go to hell
And smell
Don't know where I'm going with this
But oh well,
Time will tell.
Ashita Apr 2019
Why do I remember,
How your smile captured my heart at a glance,
How those lips had always put me in a trance,
How every glance from you made my stomach dance,
But
Your eyes now refuse to give me a chance,
And even now, in this phase,
I wanna lie in your embrace,
With our fingers laced,
And as our hearts,
I just wanna look at ur handsome face, lose myself in those perfectly brown eyes,
And claim you mine...
how I do I forget u,
When certainly i still care abt u,
How can I act like strangers,
When I know u more than myself,
How can I not think abt u,
When u r my universe....
Hawa Mar 2019
How painful is it to be a poet,
Who can't write.

A poet who has thoughts,
Terrible ones,
But can't express.

A poet with emotions.
But was never heartbroken.

A poet of a few words,
And even those are not the fascinating ones.

A poet who wants to, but can't rhyme.
A poet who wants to but cannot write.

{Like a Doctor Who Can't operate
But a doctor can also be a poet from the heart.}

A poet not so poetic.

A poet like me.

They tell me don't try too hard.
It all comes from within.
But how and when?
Because I am desperately waiting for the time to come,
When those words will flow out of the nib of my pen onto the paper/blank.
As smooth as a river going into the ocean.
Like a fine aged wine from the bottle.
Because it is too heavy,
To keep it all inside,
Troubling my mind and soul,
Like a thousand years old ghoul.
But it is all Stuck up,
jamming all my words.

HE never gave me those beautiful words.

I read, I read and I read a lot.
Hoping It would be able to turn into something like it. (into those words)

Like a poem.
A flawless poem which leaves you gasping for breath.

I want to become a poem.
I want to become a story,
Which makes you cry, itch and then leaves with an ache for more.

I wish I could use those brand pompous words.
The mesmerizing vocabulary,
Impeccable rhyme,
The exceptional emotion,
preposterous thoughts.

I don't complain.
I just want to be.
Why is it never enough just to be?

And if you have to choose between,
Being you or a poem:
What kind of poem would you be?

All these magnificent poets
And yet there I am.

Did I mention?
Poet of a few words.

Alas! Again
Words, Words,  Words,
I wish I had a way with them.
How terrible it is to be a poet from the heart, with the mind of a sane person.
Eleanor Sinclair Mar 2019
For a moment I felt okay
Euphoric, even, in every way
But it can’t last forever
The next day the pain is back and once again we are severed
CL Fjell Mar 2019
Rot
Illness from within.
Still I wish to end
This rotting of my corpse.
If not with sheer force,
Let nature take course.

Aching and bleeding inside,
There's nowhere to hide.
All the yelling and screaming,
With feeble meaning,
It's taking its toll
On my fragile soul.

Dark is all I see.
Longing liberty
For the sight of Sun,
What's done is now done.
Vinyldarling Feb 2019
being lonely can be wonderful
but being lonely can be terrible

when all I want to do is escape into your arms
and breathe in your scent
so I can soothe myself

but also be home alone
so I can listen to my own music
and take up the whole bed
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