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 Sep 2015 PG
Emma-Leigh Ivy
If
 Sep 2015 PG
Emma-Leigh Ivy
If
If I give you a promise,
will you give me an answer?
If you'll be my lover
I can be your dancer.

If I give you a thimble,
can you make me fly?  
If you give me a kiss
I promise that I'll try

If I show my soul to you
please don't **** me over.
I'd rather face the wildfire
than watch the ashes smolder.

If I give you tomorrow,
will you tell me your past?
I pray you surrender
to the spell I have cast.

If I give you a promise,
will you give me an answer?
If you'll be my lover
I will be your dancer.

If I can find your shadow
can we touch the sky?
I have a little pixie dust,
I promise we can try.

Once I've shown my soul to you
please don't **** me over.
I'd rather fan the flames to life
than watch the ashes smolder.  

If I give you tomorrow
keep a place for me in your past.
I can't divine the future.
Love should never wear a mask.
 Sep 2015 PG
Alexis
Didn’t your mother tell you
Not to play with fire?
But you still insist on burning me
You cold hearted liar.

Hurt me all you want
You’ll never get through me
You’ll never break my walls
The walls that help me be

Stronger than I think
And better than your ways
You think you’re gonna win
But I am not your little prey
 Sep 2015 PG
Alexis
Stuck Forever
 Sep 2015 PG
Alexis
I'm stuck in this castle
Never to return to the ground
I will never see people again
I will never get to walk around

On the sweet grass
Or in the cold water of the lake
OH HOW DO I GET DOWN?
How much effort will it take?

I don't understand
What I did to **** her off
She probably chooses at random
Who she wants to lock up

She's a wicked witch
Who will never get caught
Because nobody can beat her
No one's smart enough for her plot.
 Sep 2015 PG
Alexis
Let Me Love You
 Sep 2015 PG
Alexis
Don't run from me
Don't play this game
I want to love you
And I'm not ashamed

Of what I'm going to show you
Yes, show you tonight
There's another side of me
So please don't put up a fight

Just hear me out,
Listen to what I have to say

You're a beautiful girl
I could look at you everyday

You're already my princess
So let me be your prince
Don't push me to the ground
Then I'd have to go rinse

The dirt off of my skin
But the pain will remain
Forever in my heart
Making me eyes steal the rain

So love me a little
Love me tonight
Come over here
Let me kiss you light

I'll be your knight in shining armour
I'll protect you every day
It's in your hands now
All you have to do is stay

Close your eyes and count to ten
Imagine the life that we could begin
We could go on an adventure
Just like Huckleberry Finn

My love for you is real
I swear it won't falter
So marry me
I won't leave you at the altar
My attempt at writing in a boy's point of view! :)
 Aug 2015 PG
Michaela Ferris
Mum, please, I need you to listen.
I'm not trying to make something out of nothing,
I'm just fighting with my mind and I feel lonely.
Mum, please, I do not mean to be a burden
But I'm locked inside my own thoughts
And I can no longer escape,
For you see my depression is controlling me.
Some days it is like a tiny fly
The next it swallows me into its icy shadow.
These days mum are the days I long to die.
You say it's selfish and cowardly to want to die
But please, it's not so much that I want to die,
It's just I don't want to live.
Mum, these days I am held prisoner inside my own bed.
You say I'm just being typically lazy
But I'm not trying to be.
I'm just afraid that if I get up I will drown within everything I long to forget.
Mum, please... Just listen to me.
You say I should get out more, see my friends
So I try like I know I should want to
But I wish for them to cancel these plans
For my anxiety torments my mind
And claws at my chest.
You ask where anxiety... another problem came from?
Yes mum, anxiety teaming up with depression
Increasing my many fears that haunt manipulate my life.
They come along as if to a party
Mum I am that party
Only this a party I do not want to attend.
At the end of the day I am tired of fighting with myself
And once more depression beckons me to my bed
Cradling my spent body until I once again feel numb.
Mum, please this is not to do with you.
You ask me why I'm too busy to stop and enjoy life
But I am never truly busy
I just mean I'm trying to keep distracted
Because I am lonely and feel isolated.
You say you cannot see where this has came from
Well, mum, neither do I!
You always say be more mire positive
Oh how I have tried but am always reminded of things I want to forget.
You've said light a candle to eliminate the dark
But I'm not afraid of the dark, I'm afraid of living!
Maybe this is part of the problem.
Mum, please I'm begging you to listen
I'm so scared that I cannot find my way back out.
You say you don't know what else to do.
Neither do I.
I'm lost and I cannot come back.
Mum, please, I just want you to be there when I need you!
 Aug 2015 PG
Marissa Kohlman
Whispered voices fill the halls
Ghostly hands reach from the walls
And yet my heart, it feels no fear
As I seek out the voice I hold so dear

Icy fingers grasp my arms
Gasping voices promise harms
I fight against them with each step
You can’t have me, not quite yet

But then I see your shadowed face
Veiled in a web of spider lace
So then, my dear, I’m much too late
And with a final kiss, you seal my fate….
Poem 4 in my "What Dreams May Come" poetry writing challenge.  The challenge is to write poems based on your dreams from the night before.  For more details please see my profile.  I'd love to have you join in the fun!
 Aug 2015 PG
Darkling
Pretty little pantomime
I'll give you a nickel
if you'll give me a dime
For what it's worth,
an infinite junk -
a plausible answer to the
poison you've drunk.
Creation to me,
without your denial
could never create
your inebriate child
But hush, dear heart -
the moon's been low
Forget the nonsense
here begins my show.
 Aug 2015 PG
Darkling
I am too close
 Aug 2015 PG
Darkling
I am too close
to the ever-pressing silence
that dominates the mood of my life.
Eerie jackals pass me in the hall
hungry
for a taste.
Blank stares and quiet skies
interlude
with an electric hum.

Why do I cringe?  
at the thought of a
multitude of realities -

My jungle has no king.
Tender flesh exposed
most delicate in your countenance
I don't know your name
and there are too many of you
to begin with, so I can't end.

Impressions upon the mind
carved deep
with chisel and talon

Release me from this depth
too thick, like a humid morning
with an empty white sheet
staring back across the way.

That quiet sky speaks
no more as I wander
near the shore

Thunderous emptiness
rumble and control me

In the distance, an echo
returning from my silence.

*I am too close.
Written more than fifteen years ago - March 25th, 1998 to be exact - this poem is one of the ones I'm most proud of, and resonates deeply with me right now, as I struggle with depression, anxiety, and PTSD.  

I am sure that it could use some editing, but I don't have the heart to desecrate it right now (though I DO welcome constructive criticism)

Strange that I was still a teenager when I wrote this, and it speaks volumes to me as a grown woman.
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