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 Apr 2014 thati
Molly
10w
 Apr 2014 thati
Molly
10w
I still don't know
how much of us
was real
 Mar 2014 thati
Katrina Wendt
Whole
 Mar 2014 thati
Katrina Wendt
Stop showing
You love me
A little at a time.

Stop saying
You care
Bit by bit.

Stop keeping
Me here
For tiny pieces of time.

Because I need
All of you
Not piece by piece.

I love
All of you
Not just some parts of you.

So love all of me
All the way
All the time.

Or let all of me go
All at once
For good.
2011
 Feb 2014 thati
Nadia DeLevea
Last night I drempt I saw you again.
It all seemed so real,
Never Did I doubt it was only a dream.

I saw your face clearly,
Clearer than I knew my memories could allow.
Your smile, your smell, the feel of your arms around me,
Never once did I doubt it was only a dream.

I stared in disbelief,
You grabbed me, you held me, I cried on your chest.
Never once did I doubt it was all only  a dream.

The thing about dreams is that time has no control of them.
We did all the things we used to do,
It was as if all the years we spent together we re-lived in a few hours.
Never Did I doubt it was only a dream.

I had let you go, I knew you were gone.
But now I miss you more than ever.
Even if It was only a dream.

This morning I went to see the Lily we'd planted,
It's the only piece of you I have left.

As much as I still love you,
As much as I will always miss you,
As much as I want to dream of you again.
I'm afraid to fall asleep again,
Dreaming of you hurts to much...
Dreams Hurt™  By Nadia DeLevea
 Feb 2014 thati
unnamed
Superheros
 Feb 2014 thati
unnamed
Why can't I be weak?
Why is it that I can't be selfish?
I'm the one who has to pick up all the pieces.
I'm the one who puts everyone back together.
But who's gonna put me back together?
If I'm supergirl, who's gonna save me?
What am I getting in return?
Who's gonna do something for me?
Because I do this time after time.
And when I wake up I have nothing.
And I am alone.
And I am in shambles.
Sometimes I want to be weak.
Sometimes I need to be broken.
And I want that to be good enough.
I want me to be good enough.
All of me.
Don't stress, that's dumb, I'm here and it's nice to be alive.
 Feb 2014 thati
Shayda H
Here I Am
 Feb 2014 thati
Shayda H
Here I am, ready to talk.
But you walk away.
Hey, where did you go?
Did you know that my life feels low?
You encourage me to speak up when something is wrong.
It's hard to keep up because you don't even listen.
Listen, listen my friend!
Here I am, ready to talk.
 Feb 2014 thati
Kelsi Herring
I can’t tell you how I feel
I can’t describe the emotions that build up inside
So I only do what I know is right
The black ink an endless sight
A spell enchanting us all
The anger and sorrow
The joy and elation
It feels like it’s never ending
There’s a beginning, but never an end
A promise of written word
That uncovers the hidden world
The beautiful morning horizons
The moon that slowly rises
The no one knows
And I love you’s
I’ll give you a poem
A rhyme
A letter
I’ll give you my entire life’s story
On a slip of paper
In between the lines of white
Because it’s the only way I know how to speak
My voice is mute
But I’ve found the pen can fix that to
february 19//--
 Feb 2014 thati
Caroline
I am a part of a fallen generation.
The generation that takes pride in their pain.
We don't let it stray too far, we keep it just at bay.
It is very common to have hatred for ourselves more than others.
People are wishing to be dead because the world is too heavy for our fragile shoulders.
Constant headaches because our heads are expanding at a rapid rate
and we will try to stand tall no matter how much our knees quake.
There is no gain without pain or so they told us.
See we've grown accustomed to the constant nagging of our sub conscious desires, a raging battle between reasons to live and reasons to expire.

*-c.a.
 Feb 2014 thati
derelictmemory
I want that lampshade in the corner to cast away the ghosts by my side
I want your hand to be intertwined with mine at every possible point of time
I want to feel like the waves day and night with rising tides
I want to hold that photograph that captures you in the perfect light always
I want to have that imperfect love when everything is simply perfection
I want the winds to blow through my hair like I'm as carefree as it is
I want to expunge the tornados and hurricanes trapped under my skin
I want to be held like preserved fragile parchments from ancient oaks
I want to be taken like a possesion while being loved like an enthralled being
I want to feel the confidence of the flames in your eyes that still burn
I want to see the swirl of the myriad of colours labelled by digits undefined
I want to live and breathe like hummingbirds in the forest
I want to be wild and in danger; constantly threatened and protected
But most of all
I want you to find me
To cut through every hedge
that stands in between us
Find me

(m.e.)
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