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Rhian Williams Oct 2015
Have you not noticed
that she changes daily?
That her words and mannerisms
Simply aren't the same?

Can you not see
That from the way she stands
It is not part of her usual
Flirtatious, provocative ways?

She used to stand tall
And walk with a confident stride
But that has been taken
Viciously, so viciously, away

She now slouches
Unable to breathe a breath
as strong as before
Waiting for the night to fall

Each day she wonders
'When will it come?' For she wishes
that her punctuation today
Will not be a full stop.

She lingers on the commas,
On the moments to break.
She wanders nearer the page edge
In hope to not reach the dreaded mark.

But she will stumble upon it
And much to her surprise
It will not be the end
For her story's only just begun.
M Oct 2015
The taste in your mouth as you hold back tears
The secrets ringing in your ears
Body aching of pain
Mind aching of fear

~

First forced into silence
Forced into a game
Trained into shyness
Trained to feel shame

First he locked me out of his world
Our once shared consciousnesses became untwirled
Left me out of his mind
Finding a new life and leaving me behind

Second he locked me out of his presence
Refusing to touch me
Ignoring my essence
Declining to see me

Finally he locked me out of myself
My thoughts were confiscated
Creativity incarcerated in a small box on a high shelf
Breaking me until I was fully isolated
Cordelia Rilo Sep 2015
The rain had eased at about two that afternoon
but now
at seven
it was revived again as I drive the thirty-minute route to her house

It was romantic in a sense
seen through the tinted windows
the drops swirling down gently through the freeway’s lights

But I didn’t want to feel romantic
I wanted to feel apathetic
or dominant
or confidant
but none of these
by all appearances
was meant to be

I had always been obsessed with numbers
especially when
out of a random collection of figures
something meaningful seems to be bubbling up
So it was
as I observed the clock turn to 7:07 pm
and I was listening to song 7
on Bob Dylan’s Greatest Hits
Subterranean Homesick Blues

The night is unusually dark
almost moonless
like a black hole
or a road that leads to nowhere

As I’m driving through the hills that separate me from her
I can barely see the sides of the road
only charcoal rolling mountains
and twinkling neon lights blinking far off in the distance

I finally reach her exit
I forget which way to turn after getting off the freeway
and it’s not the first time
I drive for fifteen minutes through the now pouring rain
not knowing I’m going the wrong way
The storefronts are all a blur
their lights spraying in front of my eyes
making it impossible to separate the stores I should be passing
from the ones I shouldn’t be

I go up a huge hill and I know I must have gone too far
I feel stupid and turn the music up
to block out my sudden poor self-esteem

     I turn around and head in the right direction
my heart speeding up as my car races through the rain
my attempt to make up the time I’ve lost

Her house appears up ahead
encircled with a wire fence
stray cats swiftly making their way under it
I question why I’m here again
remember that I told myself not to get attached
and yet...  

I grab my purse and turn my head
just as she appears next to my car
Her outline is as I remember it
I feel warmer
The rain has stopped
Jose Gonzalez Sep 2015
In the still and cool night,
finding my soul in the air
I wander in silent thoughts of her.

Through the streets of my mind,
I find my way to her home
looking in as she sits quietly.

I can touch the glass of her window,
wishing to step inside
this is as close I will ever be.

I leave to return back from my visit
a print left there for her to find
having only left a question for myself.

Would she even know it's me?

Copyright © J.L.Gonzalez  2015
a passing thought found in my mind of roads I travel.
Amelia Pearl Aug 2015
If I was next to you today,
Will your heart race just like mine?
If we are apart today,
Will you cry tears of pain,
Or tears of joy?

I can never know what you are thinking.
Reading you can be such a challenge.
Some days you give me your world,
Other days you hide it from me.

I am never sure if you really love me.
Alexis Aug 2015
Don't run from me
Don't play this game
I want to love you
And I'm not ashamed

Of what I'm going to show you
Yes, show you tonight
There's another side of me
So please don't put up a fight

Just hear me out,
Listen to what I have to say

You're a beautiful girl
I could look at you everyday

You're already my princess
So let me be your prince
Don't push me to the ground
Then I'd have to go rinse

The dirt off of my skin
But the pain will remain
Forever in my heart
Making me eyes steal the rain

So love me a little
Love me tonight
Come over here
Let me kiss you light

I'll be your knight in shining armour
I'll protect you every day
It's in your hands now
All you have to do is stay

Close your eyes and count to ten
Imagine the life that we could begin
We could go on an adventure
Just like Huckleberry Finn

My love for you is real
I swear it won't falter
So marry me
I won't leave you at the altar
My attempt at writing in a boy's point of view! :)
Ysabelle Aug 2015
You know
I am not even sure,
If I am really inlove with you.

Or only..
With the verses of the poem.
Bekah Aug 2015
i pray that today
you will read my words and concern

i will write happy, i will mostly write sad

we both know there is a dark spot in my mind
surrounded by the light you have created

but you are the reason for my happy words

and the inspiration for my sad
because you are that contrast

-

i pray that tomorrow
you will read my words and smile

i will write happy, i will write sad

we both know there is a dark spot in my mind
surrounded by the light you have created

but you are the reason for my happy words

and the inspiration for my sad
because you are that contrast

-

i pray that next month
you will read my words and be proud

i will write happy, i will write sad

we both know there is a dark spot in my mind
shrinking into the light you have created

but you are still the reason for my happy words

and the inspiration for my sad
because you are that contrast

-

i pray that in a couple years
you will read my words and reminisce

i will write happy, i will write sad

we both know there was a dark spot in my mind
emerged by the light you created

you are the reason for my happy words

and still the inspiration for my sad
because you are that contrast

-

i pray that in the future
you will still read my words

what would i write, what would i write?

we both know there was once a dark spot in my mind
unsure if that has endured
tripled in size
or simply non-existent
perished by the light you have created
or the light you have substituted for dullness

will you be the reason for my happy words?
if any remain?

or have you truly inspired my sad
because you went from black and white
to simply black

-

i pray that you would not continue to read my words...
...out of pity

i would write sad, i would write sad

we both know my mind would be dark
pitch black
a lack of light

i would have run out of happy words

because there would be nothing but sad
filling the empty holes
you have dug with your absence

everything is black
-be my contrast
-i want to write happy
-everything is black
-i need your light
-put the **** shovel down, no holes, we're not done here

to you know who
Mak Waddle Aug 2015
Who,
Who on earth am I
To blame you
For the things
I, myself
Have done?
For simple humanity
Gives us stupidity
Stronger than the faith
Of our trusting,
Bolder than the hope
Of our stricken.

Yet you,
You wreak havoc
Inside my heart
Because of your carelessness,
Because of your unawareness,
Because of your cluelessness,
Because of your obliviousness.
So if I
Am able to lay blame
On you;
How can they blame me?
How can they blame you
For the same?
Is it clear?
Am I clear
To you?
Can you tell
What I am thinking?
Can you guess
My intentions?

Or
Am I a mystery,
A question mark?
But why,
Why on earth
Does it matter?
Why should I
Get hooked on
What you think
Of me?
After all,
This is humanity
Where we find
Little value
In ourselves.
So how,
How can I
Expect to find
Someone who
Finds value
Not only
In themselves
But also in me?

Is that
Too high
To put my expectations
For you?
Or is it too low?
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