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She believed in love at first sight but had always been disappointed.





He believed that all females are good looking but the soul is the only way to prove their individualism.
 Apr 2015 Audrey
Denxai Mcmillon
****,
I,
I,
I love you.
It probably looks odd
but you have a way
of making me stammer.
Stumble over words
like
my toes got caught under a throw rug
I'm a disaster flick with a grizzly ending,
When it comes to you,
I know up from down
The moon shines brighter
The water I drink tastes more crisp.
I was alive and well before you.
But because of the things you've done as a friend,
I'm living.
I'm free.
Maybe,
I'm getting ahead of myself.
Tonight,
ended like you say
you
want nights to end.
With you in your bed,
Me on the couch.
From here I can't hear you breath
Or
Feel your warmth,
However,
I can send you my love.
I can still do all the things I would have from my bed.
The only difference is
My heart aches a lot more,
Why wouldn't it?
The woman I love,
The north star in my life
My best friend,
The woman I can laugh with
The woman I can sing for
The woman whom I would die for
The woman i swear I'll protect
The woman who makes my face hurt,
From smiling,
The kindest,
Silliest,
Smartest,
Sexiest,
Most honest,
Most loving,
Most caring
Most talented woman I will ever know,
Is laying forty feet away,
Tucked neatly in her blanket
Behind closed eyes and doors.
I love you.
God, I ******* love you.
I'm so in love with you.
I just can't formulate a rhyme
Or a metaphor
Or A simile
To describe it.
Rachel,
Rachel, please
I'm begging you
Let me hold you tonight.
 Apr 2015 Audrey
C Adams
Closure
 Apr 2015 Audrey
C Adams
People loose feelings for all sorts of reasons
It was small things like in the way you poured cream in my coffee and a tablespoon too much of sugar
I like black coffee
It was in the way you said I love you
Screaming it from rooftops with feigned patience
I could've said it louder instead of whispering it with promise
You think alcohol tastes bitter and fruity
I think it tastes like love and regret
You thought it was our differences that brought us closer
I thought they ripped us apart
You left me silently like a sunrise at 6 am
I left you like you were a stranger on a bus
You didn't have the courage to say goodbye or to watch me cry
I didn't have the nerve to ask how or more importantly why
You remember me as the first person you fell in love with
I remember you as the last person to break my heart
You told me, "I don't think you're the right one for me anymore"
I told you, "I hope you find whatever you need that you couldn't find in me"
8 months ago for the last time you told me you loved me
I see you today and I almost say it back
I think in order to let go you gotta express it all and make your own closure. This was mine and I'm happy to say I'm over it now.
 Apr 2015 Audrey
Ivy Swolf
Kiss the calamity on my lips
and leave your imprint of
atrophy like a stain on my skin.
What is really a love poem
but bits of broken words
you said in your sleep?

I hear music in the distance
that sounds like things I cannot
romanticize with justice. There's
deterioration in the melody, and
with every beat
your heart skips I get a closer look
at the fragments of you that fell apart.
Somethings are just too personal,
like what I daydream about 24/7, or
that fire dancing behind your closed lids
that warms your dreams when
another can't fuel them
physically.

The biggest thing about ourselves we
could hope to have is our
complex. And even that
is pretty small. The ground can't
handle the weight of our hearts
and we're just begging to slip
into the cracks of the
pavements to our proverbial
futures. You always did
connect more to torn and ripped
remains of poems
than fresh handwritten ones, with
evidence of my glistening
fingerprints
all over.

We don't die like stars, you say. We die
like heartache. Real, tangible,
and then just gone.
wrote this in pieces, first sleepily over strong coffee at 5am, then in a brainstorming session at night. had it on a shelf for the past few days because i couldn't think of a title and because i felt it was too unconnected.

enough rambling. thank you for reading, i really really appreciate it. -ivy
 Apr 2015 Audrey
Tom Leveille
a desire to know
every muscle
governing the movements
in your face
that bring smile
from lapsed synapse
explodes from my meridians
with your name
on the lips of every
captain to my ships
in hopes that my tired thoughts
could find a home
in a harbor not far from your heart
 Apr 2015 Audrey
the Sandman
Okay, deep breaths. I can handle this. People do it all the
Time. And I'm a people. Alright, I've got to now enter-
God, oh god. Why, why did I even come here? Okay,,
Maybe no one will notice me if I'm away from centre.
I'll go sit in that corner. Maybe I should go talk to
People; maybe I should get up. No, it's too late.
I'm going to die here. I'm going to throw up.
Oh **** it someone's coming this way.
Maybe I'll just pretend I don't see him.
Wait, oh no. He's saying something.
Oh god, what did he say?
Okay, I'll just nod along.
Smile. Nod. I hope that
There isn't something
In my teeth.
Oh god,,
breathe.
Breathe
-Why
won't my legs stop twitching?
Oh **** it. It's in my fingers now, too.
Maybe I can just peel them away. Maybe
I can peel away my whole finger.
I could peel all the skin right off my body.
I just want to run away. My legs
ache
To run till there aren't any people around anymore.
I wish the world would
give way beneath me and swallow me whole.
If I press my feet down hard enough, maybe..
Maybe the ground will shift and
sink under my feet,
and I can go inside and never have to talk to these people again.
Oh crap when did he stop talking!?
He's just looking at me now; did he ask a question?
I should say something. He thinks I'm an idiot,
I'm sure of it.
I'll just say "yeah." Or no, wait, I'll say "cool."
<<Yool.>>
Oh great. Just **** me.
 Feb 2015 Audrey
CommonStory
Sweet like honey and milk
Only the smoke will appear in the mirror
Smooth like silk
I couldn't understand it any clearer

I wish i could stop the times i experience a profound sadness of unopened events of my heart and future self  in the span of time for things I haven't experienced yet

I couldn't bear anymore of the weight in my interior
Exterior
Inferior of all the things engraved in me

To think I am a fragile being constantly tossed in to a vortex ripped apart fished out and put back together

We are one of them

Thinking of a time only drunk and high questions yet

Still thinking sober thoughts of things you haven't decided to even have the time to think of yet

This is all still the same recital

Of things untitled
© copyright Matthew Mavier Donald
 Feb 2015 Audrey
Bra-Tee
We sat by the beach until the night could take us home.
We traveled in a musk that only love could use our face to show.
I woke into your arms where it feels safer in your care.
And with you I shall share even till the last bread that I have.
Create in me a better Prince for the King that I was born to be...
O darlin, I hate to say this but: Everything has a bad side, even a goodnight...
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