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mark soltero Oct 2020
give me ugly
use your words to serrate my soul
paint me bad
lacerate your name into my tongue
whatever you do
do it for fun
because the impression
of your touch
burns like the birth of a star
the pressure from the nebula
collapses my lungs
stifle me with my own emotions
burn me to ash
I’m sry i haven’t been interacting with you guys’ stuff. I’ve been really busy and appreciate everyone taking the time to read over my dramatic feelings. This whole account has been so therapeutic and it means a lot to see that some of this stuff resonates or at least piques your interest
Amanda Kay Burke Oct 2020
You’re slipping through my fingers
Tiptoeing out the door
Over clumsy feet I trip
Grip tighter than before

Faking your own feelings
Like a snake fakes their own death
It’s not enough to have your cake
You must bake and eat it in one breath

The feeling of being abandoned
Is the worse half of the deal
Seal your broken parts inside
As you use your haste to heal

Of drowning you’ll not speak one word
While out of brown eyes tears leak
Weak was never in your vocabulary
Hope your baby blues find what they seek

But I don’t think you will discover
The missing link you’re searching for
Though you might be on the brink
You’ll blink and end up on the floor

If I mattered to you at all
You wouldn’t leave me tattered
Pitter-pattering across the globe
Uncaring that my world has shattered

If ever there were a time for reflection
It would surely be this rhyme
Prime method of analysis
Verses that dip low and then climb

Never attaining solid answers
A conclusion I long to obtain
Abstaining from the obvious truth
Until I’m driven insane

And I crave the strength I hopelessly lack
To ***** my way out of denial
With no easy means to cope
Mope like a juvenile

Deeper into myself I withdraw
Surrounded by memories I keep
Yet reality creeps in like the tide
Reminding me these illusions are cheap

Darker and darker the days and nights grow
Light vanished from my universe
It would appear that you’re doing alright
Which makes the bite even worse

Sadder and scorned than I have ever been
The loss of you not properly mourned
Adorned with shades of gray and black
Delusions finally adjourned

Losing air as the epiphany hits
As I finally process old news
I wonder if you are amused by my reaction
How long it took my heart to bruise

You were quicker to let go
Owing me another chance
How dare you simply throw it away
With no mercy or a second glance?

Faster than a river rushing
You moved past the place I was stuck
I was foolish to believe we would last
Lines were cast in thick muck

Always ended sooner than promised
You wanted to go separate ways
Now I wander a maze of agony
Aimlessly meandering in a daze

So miserable it makes me sick
From the moment I awake
Quaking with uneasiness
Each bone and muscle aches

Yet I remain longing for your touch
Your face I will never forget
Somehow I let you get away
Life haunted by regret
What do you think? I tried something a bit different than my usual style
they last as the birds chirp in heavens bound
dangling wires thy reaching to touch
grasping thy reality you profound
massive outtake he has not yet done-
launch.
trying a little diff writing style :)
Allyssa Oct 2020
It's almost poetic,
The way we give ourselves to others without a second thought,
Just so we could feel something,
Anything,
Other than the holes in our chests.
The aches our hearts give us,
Craving the touch of the one we want most,
To be held,
To be loved,
To be wanted.
So, we give our flesh,
To appease the longing we crave,
In hopes of quieting the demons that claw their way out at night,
Creating craters in the no-mans land we call our love.
To love freely,
To be loved freely,
Is such a beautifully terrifying thing.
Isn't it?
We offer our flesh to the ones who will take it in hopes of filling the overgrowing void in our hearts.
Shofi Ahmed Oct 2020
Learning to love
the moon in the dark.
Make no mistake no touch!
Maria Hernandez Oct 2020
291 days ago
It was a time of chaos for me
It was a night I met someone who made me feel free.
I couldn't believe that in a moment of fear, anger,
torment and despair, I would be touched with so much care.

I can't compare
those moments so long ago were so rare,
the desire I still bear.

291 days ago I spent 22 hours with you,
despite of what I went through,
I wish I could go back to those nights it was just us two.
Mose Oct 2020
I feel inspired.
Inspired to write about the man in line who I do not know, but I do know.
Friends, strangers, & self.
So well acquainted as a seamless stich.
I smile.
Hand touches arm.
The endearing laugh of an unfamiliar sound, but I hear you so well.
Faces around turned and gauged in.
Gravitation pull, loneliness lost in the open.
Closed by the proximity of our spaces colliding.  
Today, a stranger saved me at the sound of hello.
Sarah Flynn Oct 2020
what feels good can’t hurt you
until it’s not good anymore.

reality doesn’t touch the bedroom
until someone opens the door.

you can grasp skin and
pull someone close,
but it doesn’t stop them
from leaving
once you let go.
will Oct 2020
burns lay across skin
fire touched finger tips
from reaching out to the sun
reddened and shiny blisters
peel away from shaking hands
leaving soft skin of innocence
a layer to forgive the fire
from a thoughtless star
you reach again
the cycle continues
Melony Martinez Oct 2020
Well versed and wise beyond the years of his birth
His soul was old, yet his body fresh
As I rise with the sun and lie when it sets, my thoughts are consumed
Both challenged and inspired by the words we share
They are brief, still ever poignant
At times, there are none - but a glance
Still ever poignant
And the breath leaves me for a moment
Written December 9, 2003
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