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 Nov 2014 Thunderstorm
Marie
I fell in love with an illusion
With feats and tricks
That made my heart skip.
I was happy, so happy,
That words would not suffice.
But soon I found the magician's hat
Just full of trickery and deceit
The grandest act was on it's way
But it wasn't just for me.

I fell in love with an illusion.
Fix Me?
Can
You
Just maybe
But
I'm insane
I think...
Sometimes

Brain
Fill my
Thoughts
Backward

I'm really trying
Just bare with me
Please
So easily
Breaks
My heart

Trust issues
I have
I know...
Confusing
Been so
Has always
You
About
**Everything
I sound like Yoda, Huh?
Try reading it bottom to top (left to right), the way it was originally written. :)
Can we be alone,
for one second more?
I want to stay with you,
I've never felt like this before.

Whenever you are near,
my heart begins to race.
Show me what love feels like,
Hold me in your loving embrace.

And though I know, my dear,
as well as you do,
nobody could settle down,
with a man like you,

I just want to know,
for one night only,
just what it feels like,
not to be lonely.
I hope that when you read this,
you think of me and smile.
Cause every moment spent with you,
was 10x worth my while.

I'm wishing I had,
maybe your hand to hold.
Wishing that you'd reach out
praying you're that bold.

You still blame me for everything,
and yet, still nothing I've done.
You're still too busy losing,
*but the battle's been won.
 Nov 2014 Thunderstorm
Kyra
& when people ask who's it about
I cringe a little

There's times where I wonder if I'm good
or if it's good
or if he's even good enough

they say dating a writer makes you immortal
so what does that make us poets?

My eyes get too tired and sometimes it's only the afternoon
My hands can't keep up with my mind most of the time
which is the most frustrating thing ever

I'll be in the shower and midway have to stop
just so I can allow the passing thought to be written down

But worst of all
it hurts to be so good
but unwilling to see the beauty in your own poetry
because you're too busy looking at who's it about
or why you wrote it in the first place
Well.
I start running
I go as fast as I can
I am scared of how close it is getting to me
I don't want to know
suddenly.. I face plant
and they quickly close in
they torcher me
I scream and cry
I swear it was forever
suddenly it stops
I open my eyes
and they are gone
I try to get up and walk
but I am so sore
so I just lay there
and cry
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