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Em MacKenzie Sep 18
You hate my printed tees and high top shoes,
you disapprove that I still wear my toque in June.
Always saying that I ruin the plot too soon.
You don’t know your worth, you are my Earth
my sun and my moon.

It’s how you get my smile to touch my cheek,
and the way you get my knees feeling weak.
The ten things that you hate about me,
are outnumbered by the things you’re loving.

You hate my shark shorts even though they’re cozy,
you can look past it because you’re the only one who truly knows me.
I’m tripping on words, the ones you prefer
because you know I’m clumsy.
You say I’m too loud, or my head in a cloud,
but the way that I feel I’m always showing.

It’s the way that you look me right in my eyes,
and how you still manage to give me butterflies.
The ten things that you hate about me,
are outshined by the things you’re seeing.

You hate when my hair gets too long,
and when my cologne smells too strong.
You hate when I exaggerate during fights
and when I snore during late nights.

Just the way that our fingers interlace,
and how you get that look on your face.
The ten things that you hate about me,
are just quirks, you’re making it work,
as you still get to know me.
A quickie for my girl who I drive nuts.
AUSTIN Sep 18
you told me
the truth
oh how you came
into my life,
a sacred oasis

it never was,
but i still showed up
for you

now i
check in
time to time,
even though you think
it’s best we end this-
i can’t believe you
suddenly don’t trust me

i say i understand
but what if i don’t
Faith Cubitt Sep 17
I was the one who showed you this place
it was only last summer
I remember your green shirt
how your mom was so excited
I texted you at noon, it was now sunset
we had sent so many messages, I knew we had to meet
the sky was pink and orange
you looked so perfect in this light
this was my first date
you ate the blueberry frozen yogurt, it was my favourite
the sun started setting
darkness was coming.
there were so many more dates
the one where you kissed me
told me I was perfect
but the august I think hated us
because everything started falling apart
there were no more late night drives
just lots of tears
and forgotten 'I love yous'
it was September second
and I really wished I never met you.
I wished we never got frozen yogurt
Started to just end....
Byeol Writing Sep 16
Sometimes, just the feeling that someone might be remembering us is also a happiness…!!!
star Sep 16
9.15.25 [20:52]
it's not quite like you to disappear on me like this
disappear on everyone
just
leave like this

it's not at all like you
or maybe it is
it's like everyone before
to leave me like this
again.
playing: ever after by mico and eaj
RT Naintial Sep 15
Moon,
a sole star woven,
immortalized as beauty,
grace,
tender,
by poets of all tongues.
for centuries, fondness for moon piped their pen to perfection
moon was a part of earth,
a part of ourselves,
it got drifted in space far too long ago,
though it journeyed throughout the galaxy, it found its way home.
Back to itself,
Back to earth,
Likewise i always find myself to you,
Under different galaxies,
Under different stars,
No matter how many faces worn,
Babel changed,
Bodies torn,
fates exchanged,
i befriend you,
My heart strings attached to you in face of conflict,
Be it tattered,
We'll begin under a new star.
I really believe in soul mates, past connections because i've had encounters where the person is familiar to me but i don't know the person at all.
RT Naintial Sep 15
I used to picture you with vibrant colors,
With melodies you once sang,
with flowers that smell as precious as you.
They were rocks thrown at me.
They were small yet brittle.
I stood still,
you could barely notice those rocks,
Those rocks accumulated in me an
Soon enough it impaled me,
I pictured you mourning,
Selfish of me yet i pictured,  
I wanted you to breakdown just like i did,
Piece by piece, drop by drop
I wanted your flesh just like how i gave mine,  

“A feat of friendship!” i remember backbiting you.
Yet a piece of me wanted sympathy,
A piece of me wanted to be heard
as this impale by life hurts little
because your ignorance takes it all.
RT Naintial Sep 15
with knees down on pedestal
and an armour cracked open,
i seek thee.
The one where all arrows tore in.
One by one.
Million by one.
savages savoured the blood of thee.  groves collapsed in distance.
A fright could've been said.
I ponder upon strength of thee.
Who i can never be.
For i write and write and write till the paper is sick of me.

“ how simplicity could be a tragedy for you.
Dramatization is not art ”
my pen could whisper it yet how soft you stood,
As a hug i long for.
This poem was written for the person i really admire.
RT Naintial Sep 15
your hair is drenched in vinegar,
ever aloft in skies of amber,
In soothing way it echoes with wind,
Your eyes as pearls hidden in the trenches,
Those so called trenches are your eyelids,
ripples caused upon it yet when
You open your eyes,
your eyes strike wonder to world
as dull sea kisses shore,
You are evermore,
My reason of wellness and good health,
My peace and solace is you,
your eyes keeps finding me vulnerable moments so,
You stare at me in pity,
in awe,
in desire to hear
Such like you stare into gallery of art yet i must confess that such
beauty lingering towards me is a gift i can't digest.
This poem was written because i saw a beautiful woman who just stared at me for 3 minutes so yeah, i over dramatise stuff
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