Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 Sep 2015 Ana
Kevin Seiler
I write with cheap pens that dry out on the page.
Hair disheveled, I'm drunk, my fist trembles with rage.
Without skill, and poor grammar, you'd ask why I write.
But what else can I do when I'm writhing in hell every night.
 Sep 2015 Ana
Wretched
Untitled
 Sep 2015 Ana
Wretched
The uncertainty of your love is unbearable.
 Sep 2015 Ana
Aishwarya Nair
I’ll never forget
the magic and elegance
I worshipped in you.
 Sep 2015 Ana
Keen
Hey!
 Sep 2015 Ana
Keen
Hey! You took something,
It's my heart that keeps beating,
Handle it with care.
 Sep 2015 Ana
Adam Webster
Last night I smiled for the first time
Caught in a moment of true delight
Your words were like a conductor  leading an orchestra into the night.

Last night you made me smile
Your words were like watching a magic show or a bird taking flight.

Last night you made me come alive
You painted the picture  of flying to the moon and making my dreams feel like fireflies dancing into the dark.

Last night I found you
 Sep 2015 Ana
Ken Alorro
Untitled
 Sep 2015 Ana
Ken Alorro
Her mind, plagued with the darkness of thoughts
Pain burrowed in her chest
She cried, and cried, then cried once more
She needed to breathe but she can't
She gasped for more air
Then looked her face in the mirror
How terrible it is to know
That rivers could come from faces
All because of a broken heart.
Next page