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 Jan 2016 Vidhi Agarwal
Kacie
When all is certainly lost,
I remember that there is at least one person out in this world,
whose soul was made from the same ingredients as mine.
And you remind me of this every day that I’m sad,
when you offer me a piece of yours,
to mend mine that which is broken.
This poem is dedicated to my best friend, Rachel. I don't know who I would have become without her.
 Jan 2016 Vidhi Agarwal
Amber
I have this thing about falling in love with Best Friends;
But poetic it is, coupled with irony,
That while I hate it,
*I end up doing it, all the time.
It ***** to fall in love with your best friend.
 Nov 2014 Vidhi Agarwal
Samantha
"why do you write? they ask.
So I can take my love for you
and give it to the world,
because you won't take it from me"

why do I write? I wondered.
To take my voice, maybe?
and give it to the world,
because I am afraid
that you won't take it seriously



(samber)
a friend of mine wrote the first one :)

11/18/14
 Nov 2014 Vidhi Agarwal
bones
I could do nothing
else but stop
and step inside
this blessed shop
to breathe again
the heady air
of knowledge that
is stacked in here
on quiet shelves
in dusty lines
of books that would
look nice on mine
but I have spent
my money so
I'll just choose one
and quietly go.

Shhhhh!
bibliomania
by any means necessary.
Caramelize my caress; Curl up in my confection.
Lick my sugared edges
For you are sheer perfection.
Fading* in the shadows
Is where
I feel at home
Hidden from piercing gazes
Up and down
my soul they roam

Drawing back the curtains
They feed on
my heart
Tearing at my emotions
A worn sadistic art

Driven through a world
Etched in toxic blood
Altered through war and greed
D**rowning in green mud
Pointy shoulder blade
- yours - digging into my cheek
Comfortable pain.

Now you hold my hand
Fingers threaded between mine
Hold it forever.

Interlocking limbs
You draw me in closer still:
Don't ever let go.

Fingertips tracing
(Please excuse my sweaty back)
Painting words on skin.

Your lips against mine
Tongues searching for an answer
How it came to this.

Though we won't complain
Laugh it off in the morning -
Just please don't forget.
Something I wrote a while ago, all in haikus
I control the machine,it doesn't control me
I control the pen, in which is used for my deepest thoughts
I control the knife, yet I can't control the bleeding

I can't control me healing
I have never been able to control feelings  
I can't control the Poets soul

I could change my body, but never the scars
I could change the color of my eyes, but never the pain behind them
I could change my heart, but never mend the cracks

We could only change and control so much
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