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 Aug 2013 Erin
Christa Casper
Do people really get kissed
like characters do in movies and books?
Pushed up against a wall
Hot breath and lust clenched fingers, or
In an airport in front of security
Teary eyes and tight hugs
Soft and slow and
Full of want and love.
Do they happen?
Or have I just been in
the wrong place my entire life?
And if these kisses do exist,
Why haven't I experienced
anything remotely close to that
Sweet perfection?
Why have all of my kisses been
so hasty and ugly and well,
completely ******?
And who are these guys,
That I have let kiss me,
Who do they think they are?
That they can kiss me like that,
And not even care?
All I get are senseless, strung out lips
looking for another score.
What I want,
Need actually,
Are kisses that make me forget
what i'm thinking
what day it is
what's going on around me,
Kisses that remind me of campfires
and old movies, and rainy summers
filled with lightning bugs and
long walks in sunflower fields.
I want to kiss someone and
feel like I'm back in my microscopic town
catching lady bugs, lying in tall grass
watching the setting sun and feeling a
warm breeze wash over my skin and
seeing it dance with the trees and birds.
I want someone to kiss me, and
make me feel free and whimsical,
Like walking among the sunflowers,
not knowing where they end,
not caring if they don't
because it's beautiful.
I want to be kissed
like the world is ending
like I am the most important thing
and if they don't kiss me
then nothing will ever matter again.
If it's out there,
and god do I hope it is,
I will look for it.
I will find it.
I will.
 Aug 2013 Erin
Jessica
I Hate Poems
 Aug 2013 Erin
Jessica
I try to write a poem,
but poems are too hard
Rhyming is for losers
and airy-fairy bards

To put a pen to paper
and write about your life
I've had enough of all of those,
they only cause me strife

Free-verse script is awful,
for fools without a beat
Repetition's far too simple
just repeat, repeat, REPEAT

Those lovey-dovey ode-things,
that wishy-washy crap
And poems about hatred,
you all deserve a slap

Spare me all your ramblings,
I don't care how you feel
Your self-expression surely stinks
of mouldy day-old eel

To tell a tale of wonder
never ceases too be trite
To sing of magic wonders
is nothing but pure *

Your metaphors are useless,
your imagery is vile
Your sense of diction makes me gag,
I cannot stand your "style"

So save me your quotations,
please spare me all your rhyme
Shove that poem up your rear
and cease to waste my time

I look at what I've written,
this jumble of clichés
Looks like I wrote a ****** poem
so I'm the one to blame!
You can blame me for this :'(
 Aug 2013 Erin
Jessica
Untitled
 Aug 2013 Erin
Jessica
────(♥)(♥)(♥)────(♥)(♥)(♥) _ ɪƒ ƴσυ’ʀє αʟσηє,
──(♥)██████(♥)(♥)██████(♥) ɪ’ʟʟ ɓє ƴσυʀ ѕɧα∂σѡ.
─(♥)████████(♥)████████(♥) ɪƒ ƴσυ ѡαηţ ţσ cʀƴ,
─(♥)██████████████████(♥) ɪ’ʟʟ ɓє ƴσυʀ ѕɧσυʟ∂єʀ.
──(♥)████████████████(♥) ɪƒ ƴσυ ѡαηţ α ɧυɢ,
────(♥)████████████(♥) _
ɪ’ʟʟ ɓє ƴσυʀ ρɪʟʟσѡ.
──────(♥)████████(♥) ɪƒ ƴσυ ηєє∂ тσ ɓє ɧαρρƴ,
────────(♥)████(♥) _ ɪ’ʟʟ ɓє ƴσυʀ ѕɱɪʟє.
─────────(♥)██(♥) ɓυţ αηƴţɪɱє ƴσυ ηєє∂ α ƒʀɪєη∂,
───────────(♥) _
ɪ’ʟʟ ʝυѕт ɓє ɱє.
 Aug 2013 Erin
Jessica
We often feel as though
God is far away
And we often feel that
He Is distant when we pray

So often we feel lonely,
Not knowing where to turn
Just a touch from God above,
Our longing spirit yearns

So many times in our lives,
God seems slow to act
We cry out in desperation,
But it's faith we often lack

For God is not being slow
In coming to our aid
He comes through in His time,
We just need to learn to wait

The Lord is never distant,
He is there by our side
And continues to walk with us
Through the storms in our lives

He always hears our hearts cry
And answers all our prayers,
He won't leave us all alone,
For God is always there.
I hope my words encouraging
 Aug 2013 Erin
Jessica
And now these three remain:
◦ Faith
◦ Hope
◦ And Love.
But the greatest of this is
Love ♥
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