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It’s  
    a quarter past four
    In the middle of
    nowhere
                With  a
    full moon on the
    horizon
    I just couldn’t help
   Thinking it’s the
   Perfect time For the
   Wolves to roam wild

   With that in mind
                  I
   Tossed and turned
   No matter what I did
   I just couldn’t fall asleep

                  It’s
   one of those nights  when  
   You have too much on
   Your mind  it just wouldn’t
   Let you rest
   Until you put it
                To rest
   With no other option around  
   I felt like I needed to write
                  Just
   to let some steam out  

                   I
 looked up to the stars
 Above like a wishing Well
            And with
 Pen and notepad in hand
            Poured
 me some moonshine  
            In
 the task of rising up to the
             Stars above
            And Sit back   
Watched the moon
 Merged with my shine

                  You
  know it’s a great
  Night when you’re aiming
              for the stars

            Mind racing
   Excitement beginning
           To build
   Heart pumping
   Pen in hand
   Ready to write
                    Just
               to realized
       I had nothing in mind
                 To write
                    At all
I’ve never been a drinker, but occasionally I might have a glass of wine or two . Sometimes out of no where my body would take me from 0 to a 100 real quick without warnings , since I’m not a drinker lol ... the smallest amount of wine could potentially put me in a doozy  ;)
 Jun 2018 thinkinghertz
Taylor
I've got everything you want and more
Got all these flavors you'd want to explore
I'm ready to fulfill your crave, ready to be adored
I wanna be the only taste when you walk out the door

Baby, don't I have everything you need?
From lemon drop to berries and cream
So why does it always feel like something's missing?
I'm silently begging for you to never leave

I love all the pretty words you say
I love it when you call me your babe
Every minute, every hour, so much time to waste
I swear I could be with you all day

Devour me up until I ache
I'm your sugar to your sour lemonade
Wanna stick to you till I go numb
As long as you don't spit me out like I'm chewing gum

I'm sitting here awaiting your arrival
You're right on time and it's so **** vital
'Cause I'm so elated when I'm made into a bubble
But then I'm deflated and I'm left there to crumble

Baby, don't I have everything you need?
From peppermint to peaches and cream
Why does it always seem like something's missing?
I'm begging you, darling, don't you ever leave

I love all the pretty words you say
I love it when you call me your babe
Every minute, every hour, so much time to waste
I swear I could be with you all day

Devour me up until I ache
I'm your sugar to your sour lemonade
Wanna stick to you till I go numb
As long as you don't spit me out like I'm chewing gum

Chewing gum, chewing gum
Don't spit me out like I'm old chewing gum
Feels like I'm being used, I'm left in lumps
But I'm so infatuated, look what you've done

'Cause I love all the pretty words you say
And I love it when you call me your babe
Every minute, every hour, all the time we'd waste
I swear I could be with you always

Devour me up until I ache
I'll never grow tired of your sour taste
Wanna stick to you till I go numb
As long as you don't spit me out like I'm chewing gum
♥️.
 Jun 2018 thinkinghertz
Barker
You shouldn't have to apologize for being yourself
(c)ibarker
Your sun was hot
Heating my inside and out
        Warming my spirit
        Friends — we are it

My dark days were over
My four leaf clover
        Oh what great luck
        ‘‘Twas I that was plucked

A ****, not a flower
So small, not a tower
        But still you chose me
        Filling me with glee

Your sun was hot
And the water was caught
        Drying the streaks
        Of tears on my cheeks
For some reason I told myself I’d never write about you, but here I am and all I can write about is you
I’d rather write than speak
My pen is always responsive
My ink doesn’t judge my mistakes
My paper doesn’t argue
My lines never cross me
My sentences never disappoint
And my words will never leave me
 May 2018 thinkinghertz
Lora Lee
sometimes the walls
peel down    
in tears and metal
as the floodgates
               open wide
as the soul is bared,
raw,
              exposed
softly humming
its release of pride
heartbeats strong
head up high
queenly stance
bearing storms
ready for the battle
taking form
yet holding on tight
to solace's reins
praying to heaven
for grace in the strain
for soon the cry
                  to action
will fall upon this
           tender land
all that exists
washed away in
        a whirlwind
of sand    
in the distance
a lightflare
a whipping up of womb
a time for victory's place
in this tempest monsoon
and within my skin
in the flight of
               my freeze  
my pain opens up
and allows
me
          to
               breathe
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQVop3-OOXc
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