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 Nov 2013 ve
Alicia Da'Silva
If only people understand..
Why those who have been broken too many times...
Can't really trust or love again...
It isn't like we don't try..
It is just we are scared to go through what we have been through before...
Those painful memories still floats in my head...
Of the time we spent...
It ruins the chances of me trusting someone again...
These experiences weren't the best in my life...
No one should go through these experiences...
But it makes us tough...
-A.D.
 Nov 2013 ve
Amy Alien
First
 Nov 2013 ve
Amy Alien
You were my first.  
You taught me how to play.
You showed me the ins and outs of love.
Equipped  me with the knowledge I have today.
Your breath on my neck gave me chills
as you opened up a new world of thrills.
Touch here
Kiss there
That look in your eyes
That feeling you gave me made me feel I could fly.
Your nails scratching at my skin
oh how I do enjoy this sin.
 Nov 2013 ve
Annilda Esterhuysen
I WISH I COULD WRITE YOU A POEM,
TO THE LIKENESS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.

I WISH YOU COULD SHARE MY PASSION,
AS I PUT MY PEN TO PAPER.

I WISH YOU COULD READ MY THOUGHTS,
AND MAKE ALL MY DOUBTS DISAPPEAR.

I WISH YOU COULD SEE THROUGH MY HEART,
SO YOU'D KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU DEAR.
© Annilda Esterhuysen. All rights reserved.
 Oct 2013 ve
deandra ardya
Tell me, have you ever been in love before?
When the kind of love you feel is something magical
That it can bring a beautiful mess in your mind

Tell me, have you ever found yourself smiling uncontrollably?
When all you are doing is just re-reading your old texts with him
And nothing can wipe your smile off your face

Tell me, how many times have you said his name in one day?
You can’t even count because you do it in, like, every second
And it makes your friends get bored of hearing it

Tell me, have you ever gone through a day missing him so bad?
And all you do in your sleep is dream about him
That you want to pick him from your dream and hug him for real

Tell me, how your heart beats so loud like an earthquake when he talks to you
And you should reply his words instead of staring at his face
And you go talk about something silly and it makes you wonder if he ever hears your loud heartbeat

Tell me, have you ever imagined all the good things you can do with him?
And he’s all what you think and daydream about all day
And then you realize that things never happen like you imagine them

Tell me, how can you forget him who has given you so much to remember?
Tell me, how can you let him go when he has already inspired you to write this poem?
 Oct 2013 ve
wiltedaisies
today, my wounds began bleeding again
they oozed out unspoken words,
nights of sleepless tears and
102 drafted texts that were never sent
the clots of pain and fears spilled out from
my emotional wound that i subconsciously scratched, blood running down my arm and onto the floor
but others can’t see heartache
i cover up tiredness with pills and fake smiles
i’ve been too good at hiding from myself
i have it down to an art and the invisible blood leaves myself like a river desperate for the sea
 Oct 2013 ve
Özcan Mermaid
Your heart belongs to me,
I clench to it; in the palm of my pale cold, hands.
I feel myself holding onto something that is not mine,
and will never be. (I let go.)  
My mind floods with unanswered questions;
suffocating... I gasp; struggling to breathe.
Why must you cause me so much misery and pain? Yet I find myself doing the same.
 Oct 2013 ve
S Smoothie
If I could
tear him out
of my heart
and make this ok
I would
But I'm haunted
by the ghost of him
everywhere I go.
Never spending a minute
alone without the breeze
carrying a love note from him
and such a soul have I,
It cannot bare not to
respond in kind,
and so our love notes
float upon the wind
I breathe in deeply
such a comforting joy
and when the rain falls
And the wind wraps
its forceful hug around me
the scence of longing still lingers
An aching touch passed through
Rushing winds of desire,
Urgent and warm
or the winds
of a raging storm
passionate and avid
or as tender and loving
As a light caress.

A wistful brush of the cheek.

I sit intently, compelled to feel
your love notes on my skin
In some way I know
our love upon the wind
will lighten and warm our hearts
and thus I send my soul
to dance with you
my dearest ghost of love
on our ever loving winds.
 Oct 2013 ve
Alysia Michelle
sitting at home
i slept in today
should have gone to school
my health is more important
i've lost
my appetite
can't seem to eat a whole lot
i'm always tired
something is wrong
can't tell what
don't want to go to the
doctor
probably nothing
a cold?
maybe stress
whatever it is
i'll be fine.
© Alysia Michelle
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