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I was so stupid, trying to touch the fire that already once burned me
 May 26 Renée
Renn Powell
You taught me a lesson, and that was to never trust again.
 May 11 Renée
Ashly Kocher
We all have secrets
We all have skeletons
We all have things we don’t want to admit
We all make mistakes
We all make promises
We all make break promises
We all are human
Humans have
Secrets
Skeletons
Humans make
Mistakes
Promises
Humans learns from them
Grow from them
Live from them
We are all
H
U
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A
N
 May 6 Renée
Kimber
i've decided to come back
and write poems again

it used to hurt me before
like it was just a selfish cry for help

but i've come to realize
that poetry is medicine

and i've come to realize
that it's okay to be selfish

it's okay to heal
 Feb 11 Renée
shana
They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love.
"
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
 Nov 2018 Renée
Kate
Waking Up
 Nov 2018 Renée
Kate
I love waking up next to you
The sunlight dancing on your face

I love your disheveled hair
Which I run my fingers through

I love your hazel eyes gazing up at me
Still not fully awake

I love your quiet voice
As you say good morning

I love your gentle hands
Tracing lines along my back

I love the way you smell
Our scents mixed throughout the night

Most of all, I just love you
And any time we spend together
 Oct 2018 Renée
eva-mae
from a mile away
i could love you
in the distance
a soft focus version
of your harsh being.

from across the road
or down the stream
i could love you
cry you a river of
romance, to match
the momentum of
your fist.

from down the stream
i could love you
run away from you
as fast as the current
flows, fast enough to dry
the blood sweat and tears
you have caused me.

from the fire escape of a
city i could love you
but you're the fire that I
am always within an inch
of, the cigarette burns on my stomach
prove it.
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