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EM Feb 2017
It took me all night to fix this moon
See, I once thought night was a tricky thing

I don't know how to put it
It feels different in the day
Like coherence slips with the rhythm of this sound

A whispering demand of not to think
now the world is in mute

I gaze my body floating in the middle of the afternoon
The moon I made is showing an unknown side
And my only point of reference is burning my eyes

The day was not supposed to act like that
At times I am most unprepared for
Demanding moons I've never made before

So night comes, and I toss my moon around
When the day arrives again, I'll be waiting in the ground
Madison Y Sep 2015
When there are no cards left to play,
We start a new game.
There's never a winner,
Just two broken hearts and
Smiles that don't crinkle the eyes.
Do you remember when I buried my face in the plaid cotton of your shirtsleeve and cried,
'What do you want from me?'
'Everything,' you whispered into my mouth,
Your voice muffled as if we were breathing underwater,
Though we were both unprepared to drown.
Darling, if only we'd realized that when you took it all,
There'd be nothing left for me.
Cat Fiske May 2015
thought I mattered,
I thought you cared.
Didn’t think you’d replace me,
I was never scared.
I should have been ready,
But I was unprepared.
I told you everything,
My thoughts I shared.
Didn’t think you’d leave me.
I never dared.
To try and breath out of lungs
That lacked air.
Moms
Emily Sep 2014
Big fish, little pond
Swimming round and round
Eating up their words of praise, I do not make a sound

Big fish, little pond
Growing large and fat
Wishing for a bigger pool but don't know where it's at

Big fish, little pond
Too big now to fit
Suffocating in this space that makes me want to spit

Little fish, big pond
Little fish is scared
Swimming in this land of sharks I do not feel prepared

Little fish, big pond
I can barely move
I thought I would be big by now, I thought I would improve

Little fish, big pond
Trying to survive
Wish that I was large, but here, I'm not even alive
Thoughts on my transition into college
I like rhyming
Andrew Durst Apr 2014
I got lost
searching
for myself.
     I never
     expected
     to stumble
     onto you,
I never
knew we'd
cross paths.

You caught
me so
off guard
that I tripped
and fell
flat on my
back.

Now you
and I are
stuck here
trying to
find the words
to say
without ever
moving our
lips,

and I'm
starting to
feel as if
getting
back up
won't be
so difficult.

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