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Don't fall in love.

You just ended a two-year
relationship with somebody
you were practically married too.

You moved to the city
and told yourself that you'd focus
on work and fun and anything
but falling in love.

You were down to meet boys.
Hang with boys.
Kiss boys. Go on dates with boys.
Maybe date a boy.

But then, he was there.
& he had been there
for a few weeks,
and you had the inkling,
and you being you,
you had to find out,
and now, look at yourself.

You're looking at him.
You're looking at him
like he's the next five,
ten, fifteen, sixty
years of your life.

Don't do it.
Don't do it.
WRR-
(2017)

He never had this power
That satisfied himself—
'Twas difficult to compensate
In seeking what he left.

With paradise above the years,
He exhausted for an hour;
A prayer occupied his skin
And agonize no more.



E.
Alec Feb 2018
I stare out the window of my usual spot
Sitting here at jack, thinking for naught
In about two years i will have graduated.
Excluded from this world with which i have Become infatuated.

It’ll all be over.
And these are the best years of your life
What will i say i did, or learned?
How many important things will come to mind?

I sit Here alone now.
Suddenly feeling so alone
Both at school and home.
What happened to the dramatic final bow?

Will i feel This alone the rest of my life?
Will it ever change
Or will it always stay the same.
I feel Like I’ve been stabbed with a knife.

My future that I’ve looked forward to for so long
Only a trace, a taste, the rest is gone.
Time seems to move too fast.
Or maybe I’m just stuck in a trance.

16 years come and gone.
To do it all over again, my soul yearns and longs.
But i can Only admit I’ve done this to myself
My hiding away on the high up shelf.

I left When i got Attached,
Being able to stay is something I lack.
So yes i am Alone,
Both at school and at home.

But I’ve brought this upon myself
So I’ll deal with this hell in and of itself.
Téa Rhyno Feb 2018
18 years
I'm almost there

18 years
and I am still so scared

18 years
on April 14th

18 years
and I still can't define "me"

18 years
my Dad thanked me for making 16

18 years
I must apologize for being so mean

18 years
full of fits of rage

This 18th year
will release me from the cage

over 18 years
I've learned to try and cope

so, here's to 18 more
I guess I've still got hope
Samreena Lodhi Feb 2018
Same days but different year,
heavy souls and running tears;
wounded hearts with big fear,
of losing the ones who are dear.


by Samreena Lodhi
DancingEnt Feb 2018
My biggest supporter
My rock when I could not stand
My sun when I was grey
My joy when I was sad
My love when I forgot how
Three years you've been gone now
And it still feels like it was just yesterday
The man I call my dad passed away three years ago. He was everything to me, even in the hard times. He loved me the way a father should, not the way my mother's "friends" did.
Blossom Feb 2018
One terrified question
Two visits with 'folks
Three trips to the movies
Four corny-*** jokes
Five rides to the mountains
Six parties all night
Seven tears over nothing
Eight reasons to fight

Nine years old when they met
Friends from the start
Ten lustrums they've remained
Telepathically heart to heart
Amanda Kay Burke Jan 2018
You are always on my mind,
When you are near or far away,
I'm falling for you way too fast,
I love you more every day.

I'm lucky just to touch your skin,
And breathe in the same air as you,
But the best part of this is
That you feel the same things I do.

There is no one else in this world,
Who could make me whole and complete,
I've finally found my other half;
The reason for my heartbeat.

Your calm mind inspires me,
To worry less and laugh more,
Because of you I am a better
Person than I was before.

Instead of driving me crazy,
You are gently kissing me sane,
Your strength gives me the courage,
To dump my worst habits down the drain.

Even if one day we part,
I won't forget what our years meant,
Every second and hour I
Wasted with you was time well-spent.
This is to my amazing boyfriend Taylor. He inspires me every day and I know I'm lucky. He never ceases to astound me. Thoughts?
Sophie Hartl Jan 2018
i have not quite learned,
to love,
or lose,
or myself

"these will be the best years of your life"
echo in my mind
over the sounds of my gasps
for air, in between tears-

sometimes from laughter,
sometimes,
more often, from loss,
or perspective of it.

pretending
"yes i love it"
"yes i'm having a good time"
is not convincing
me
the only person,
important in my own happiness;
the hero of my emotions

learning to say no, stop, over now
learning to contain
a shout, a judge, a scream
not quite, but a little bit

the [best] two years of my life
have now so suddenly received
a forecast of much rain and clouds
always on the brink of hail.
feelings about my uni years
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