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 Jul 2015 gabe
amy emma
her nail polish was always chipped
and her hair always knotted
she never knew what she wanted
but she loved the sky.
how she loved the sky.
the possibility of freedom
sent shivers down her spine.
 Jul 2015 gabe
Arrow
The truth about love is that one person is going to be more in love with the other person while that other person is falling for someone else.
That's why I don't believe in love.
That's why I cry myself to sleep when I replay the times you tell me you love me, because while you loved me on Monday by Thursday you already loved three more.

This is not a love letter.
This is not a hate note.
This is me telling you that I fell in love with you and I hate it.

But you'll never know because you don't care so let's keep pretending that you love me and that I'm not too attached, whatever that means.
 Jul 2015 gabe
Xiao - SparKticas
I am...

Funny word that
So perfect, so fitting
"******" -"
relating to the mind." "A psychopath"
"Somatic " - "
relating to the body, especially as distinct from the mind."

Its great knowing the pain I feel...
All of its in my head.
I'm crazy for inflicting it on myself
But im ******, i cant help it
Psychosomatic is what I am

Mind over matter...right?
I experience chest pains and shortness of breath
My head hurts like hell and im dizzy
My stomach twists and turns and I feel really sick

All of it...factor of the mind
 Jul 2015 gabe
HRTsOnFyR
I watch the cottonwood
seeds
gather on the
wildflowers and
the weeds.
The trail looks a gentle
snowfall
  of dust,
Like the back corner
of grandmother's attic...
Blanketed in mystery
and
  well worn with
                   the years.
White sand and flakes of
pyrite
  glitter on the
  water's edge,
Dancing
with the rythym of the  
  waves...
A hummingbird
chases a dragonfly
into a tangerine sunset.
A hawk circles the road looking
for a wayward mouse.
I cry a silent prayer.
And can
   only
think of you,
My Angel.
And
    the
       wind
            cries
                 too...
Singing her
sorrowful song
Only for you,
My Angel,
Only for you...
 Jul 2015 gabe
Meredith
When we first started talking, I should have known it wouldn't end well.
When you took my hand and interlocked our fingers, I should have known those same hands would make me feel something I've never felt before.
After our first kiss, I should have known I would only want your lips on mine.
When you asked me to go steady, I should have known this relationship would be over in the blink of an eye.
When you looked at me the way you  did, i should have known you felt for me what I was scared to say I felt for you.
When you said you loved when we were together, I should have known I made you feel like no one else had.
When you let me meet your parents, I should have known I was something special to you.
When you stayed with me instead of going to hangout with friends, I should have known i already meant the world to you.
When you looked at me with a smile after just pulling away from a kiss, I should have known you could fall in love with someone in an instant, no matter how long you had been with them.
When you said you couldn't wait for me, I should of been understanding.
When we were wrapped up in each other, I should have taken the time to tell you what you meant to me.
When I knew what I felt for you was love, I should have told you. No matter how heavy my heart felt at the thought of you not feeling the same way.
And When I had to say goodbye to you for the last time, I should have known that love does not always die. But some times the perfect people come into your life at the wrong time.
 Jul 2015 gabe
devante moore
You promised you'd fight for us
But if I were to end this
You would encourage me to go
Your words get caught in a spiderweb
Spawn up then ****** dry
Guess your vision of us was misled by your own eyes
I promised I'd never take a break from you
But I forgot to messaged you two days in a row
Some promises are meant to be broke
You must think my words aren't reliable
I easily stuffed them behind the wall of flaws because there pliable
The promises we made should be buried beneath the ground
Silence forever
If they could speak lies would be their only sound
Both bound by this undeniable love
But missing the necessary pieces to crown our words as kings and queens
Instead they've been impeached  
Some promises are meant to be broken
At least the ones we've made
 Jul 2015 gabe
glassea
it's funny that we bruise black and blue
when the anger behind them is so clearly red
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