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 Oct 2018 Camryn
Peter Balkus
Love isn't blind,
blind are those,
who never loved.
 Oct 2018 Camryn
Bo Burnham
I said no to drugs once.
I looked a bag of **** right in the face
and, like a loving but firm father,
I said, "No."
I was really high.
 Oct 2018 Camryn
SpecialK
So this dating game where do I start
It’s scary being out there offering my heart

My heart rules my head
My head answers back

If I fall for them will they be true
I am the last of the old generation

Online dating what happened to face to face
I cannot keep up with the swipes or the pace

What happened to good old fashion communication

Will I have to rely on technology and apps to find my man
 Oct 2018 Camryn
Amanda Kay Burke
I am feeling lower than ever before
In my head I hold leaden weights
Think I need professional help
Emotions ignored become hard to navigate

Push down pain a little longer
Numb wounds for awhile
Gulp lumps of uneasiness
Conceal misery with a phony smile

Heart broken and bleeding
Hidden from all who look
I have mastered the art of composure
Face an unreadable book

Quiet night is tense and dim
Begging me to sneak off and play
Think I might cave in this one time
I'm scared I won't be able to get away

Under covers I hide in bed
Hoping I will not be found
By weakness and uncertainty
I lay motionless without sound

Trying to sort my issues
Organization isn't really my thing
Prefer to shove difficult subjects in a box
Lock out of sight so I can avoid the sting

Discovered something dull inside me
I found a tool sharper for out
Condemned the skin once considered home
It is easier to not think about

I'm told intensity only worsens with time
A smile hideously glued
Energetic as dying muscles will allow
Wild heart now meek and subdued

Memories will not depart
Echoes of voices loved then lost
Brighter still, rotating faces
Seasons changing sunlight to frost

My head has become a dark dungeon
Trapped there with my dirtiest sins
Watching mistakes as they rattle rusted bars
Capturing worst thoughts caged within
Sometimes my head is a quiet empty house painted white and others it is a crowded prison, dimly lit, dingy, filthy and loud.
 Oct 2018 Camryn
Amanda Kay Burke
If I could turn back time
I would hit Backspace all day,
Id put on Caps Lock
and SHOUT what I say.

I'd use the whole Alphabet
To tell you hello,
Press seven Numbers
Til you picked up the phone.

I'd Tab through the comments
I didn't want to hear,
And use the Arrow Keys
To drag your body near.

I would Delete the harsh words
I didn't mean to speak,
And Insert the "I love yous"
I before couldn't leak.

I would use Ctrl to
Keep reigns over my heart,
And I would Escape lies
That tore us apart.

I'd Print out your photo
And kiss it goodnight,
Use the Calculator
To check that we were right.

I'd Paint you a picture
of us, you and me,
Then I'd hit Enter
Just so you would see.

Those are the things
I would do in my strife,
If only Backspace
worked in real life.
This is the first poem (that I have a copy of) i wrote that I actually thought was good. I was in seventh grade, twelve years old, and I wrote it for a newspaper competition. I knew it was really great but I didn't think I would beat all other applicants in the state in my age group. So you can imagine my surprise I'm sure when I DID win! That is the first time I was proud of my writing. So this one has a lot of special sentimental value. Thanks for reading.
 Oct 2018 Camryn
Gabriel Bonney
"CHANGE, PLEASE."
The homeless man's sign reads,
But he's not just talking about money for living on the streets.
 Oct 2018 Camryn
Gabriel Bonney
I love storms,
to the point where I would go out of my way
to chase them down.
If I find on the radar that it will miss me,
I'd drive to wherever it would next be,
get out of my car to stand in the rain,
and let the storm surge around me.
In the same way, I love you,
to the point where I would go out of my way
to listen to you all day long.
If I find that you're avoiding me,
I'd kindly step into wherever you'll next be,
get out of my comfort zone to stand in your rain,
and let your storm surge around me.
I wouldn't selfishly wear a rain coat,
but I'd bring an umbrella with me,
so you can step out of your storm,
if only just for a moment,
and stand with me,
so I can remind you of the calm
after the storm.
to l.w. and for everyone else
 Oct 2018 Camryn
Gabriel Bonney
Hand me a paddle,
because you're not in this boat alone.
Your sea was once beautiful and blue,
but now rages where darkness has grown.
May I recall to you the rainbow,
that will show above these waters of emotion.
God's promise of our salvation,
and that He will not let you drown in this ocean.
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