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There are monsters in this world.
They just aren't what we thought
when were young and innocent.
Their sly smiles and coy grins
are not pointy toothed and rotten.
Their teeth are white and straight
and you can never see their true intentions.
Shadowed minds and twisted souls
do not reflect on the outside anymore.
 Jan 2015 Thunderstorm
Echo
We're all about eachother.
Just so close,
Yet so far away.
Daydreaming in science, thinking of you,
Coming on, when it's just us two.
I'm pretty sure you'll never leave,
I'm pretty sure you'll stay.
I don't know if I'm right or wrong here,
So really what can I say?
You and I
We're all about eachother.
Wondering what life would be like to see the other in person.
Questioning if there will ever come a day.
I'm pretty sure you'll never leave,
I'm pretty sure you'll stay.
I don't know if I'm right or wrong here,
So really what can I say?
You and I,
We're all about eachother.
Listening to our song,
Taking a glimpse into the future.
I'm pretty sure you'll never leave,
I'm pretty sure you'll stay.
I don't know if I'm right or wrong here,
So really what can I say?
You and I.
We're all about the other.
Sending me a picture of a happy couple,
Saying, "That'll be us."
I'm pretty sure you'll never leave,
I'm pretty sure you'll stay.
I don't know if I'm right or wrong here,
So really what can I say?
You and I
Always for eachother.
I open the tab, check my alerts,
Seeing your name, smiling with joy.
The stars can die out,
Let it all fade.
My love for you,
Will never wash away.
I daydream about you,
With a dreamy sigh,
Because on these winter days,
It is just you and I~
For Wisp
You stole my heart
 Jan 2015 Thunderstorm
WickedHope
Whether or not I was "asking for it"
Shouldn't matter
No one deserves that,
Not me, not her -- no one.
Long Sleeves.
Always long sleeves.
Even the summer.


Who here gets it?
It doesn't mean you're "just cold".
repost if you get it.
Us
We're all just suicidal kids
Telling other suicidal kids
That suicide is not the answer
True you know
Who would have thought
two years made a difference?
Two years is not that long
in the grand scheme of things.
Two years ago, I didn't know
so much that I do today.
Two years ago, I wouldn't have
made some of the choices I did.
Two years ago, I could smile,
a genuine smile, with real emotion.

If I could go back to two years ago,
I would change what I did,
Warn myself that not everyone is good.
I used to believe that everyone was good
even if they were only good in some tiny way.
I know better now some people will never care
how much pain they cause.
Two years ago, I wish I'd known.
Early morning confusion
 Jan 2015 Thunderstorm
M Tamura
This sea of sorrow we swim in keeping our heads above to breathe is a fight, life is fragile and un promised to us all. Like waves in the ocean or the turning of the cosmos , change unravels if we want it to or not.
I  hope solace finds a way into the coldest depths of sadness, hope a beautiful human feeling burns and weeps in each of us. The relationships we have with those departed is always with us growing as we do, personalized and meaningful  in our hearts and minds, touched by the light of life we appreciate our own endeavors and those closest to us more. No better a way to appreciate, to give thanks to and also to feel the compassion our cherished friends give us every day.  There is no better inspirations or sacrifice. Andy, so many here moved by you, as we will always be. Thank you for being the inspiration guiding us. You are hope.
It was just a few days ago I was writing and came across your poem, feeling better you said even in this cold weather. Your words shined off the page and burned an imprint in my mental book. I have it now always.
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