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 May 2013 Erin
r l
Cuts
 May 2013 Erin
r l
Chaos from my mind moves to my skin
This time,red drops falling instead of tears
The cold blade dances across my wrists
Leaving long, raised pink bumps
Reminding me of me strengths
And weaknesses
Soon they will be just white scars
More red lines and bumps will take their place
Marking my body like tattoos
Like battle scars from the war in my mind
My mind remains blurred
The cutting doesn't help
But only numbs the pain
Some ask "Why cut?"
I  say "Why live
everyday a struggle
another day
another scar"
sorry its not that good,its my first poem   :/
 May 2013 Erin
Ugo
because we fell in love with the law
and fell out of love with ourselves.

because the ***** of great minds
wear pineapple fatigues in their fathers’ *******;

from Judas swallowing 9 bullets
to one day being a kid at heart
a symptom of some abnormality.

Ever get the feeling that you’ll die on a Tuesday?

Or one day wake up on their government bed
Screaming,
“you can blame the French Revolution
On silent reading!”

watching

as three teacups of *** plan war on the asphalt.
 May 2013 Erin
Lily Mayfield
In bed we lay
We don’t speak
I don’t pray
Please don’t freak

I won’t beg on my knees
I won’t justify my sins
I won’t say please
And I won’t sing hymns

I don’t understand this hell
But I don’t need god
I can excel
Without that fraud

I’m sweet as can be
But stand for my rights
I want to be free
Not bound by unseen sights

Not everyone will concur
And I don’t really care
But if you must infer
Of no god am I aware
Written in October 2012
 May 2013 Erin
Lily Mayfield
I can't let go
I'm in too deep
I'm just a doe
But I took a leap

I called for you
You came running

You grabbed me close
I opened up
My feelings you did expose

My smile won't fade
This love won't end

We are a team
Feel the rush
We'll reign supreme
This isn't a crush
Written on May 30, 2012
 May 2013 Erin
Wolves and Lilies
Ehl
 May 2013 Erin
Wolves and Lilies
Ehl
I am here. I am everywhere.

Every place you’ve been, I have waited.

Every face you’ve seen I have worn.

I have one name but thousands.

On your birth I am your twin.

At your death I shall be your shadow.

In a mother’s womb I have slept.

In a hero’s cry I have risen.

In the smile of a bride I took pride.

In a widow’s tears I am crushed.

I am the pledge of a groom.

I am the passion left by the dead.

I am the spark in every kiss,

The eternal flame of every vow .

Fourteenth of February I was born.

I am the spell in cupid’s arrow.

In the eyes of Aphrodite I am found.

Red as cherry I have been drawn.

I have no age. No gender.

I linger in your heart or perhaps in your mind.

‘Til eternity I shall live.

I am your hidden desire for others.

I am their hidden desire for you.

I am not LUST.

LUST is a friend and sometimes a foe.

TRUST is my companion. LIE destroys me.

BETRAYAL is my enemy.

TEMPTATION will lead you to another path.

Do not follow. You won’t see me there.

Don’t either find me. I WILL FIND YOU.

TIME is my deliverer. Be patient.

I have one name but thousands.

But you, you may call me

LOVE

And I’m pleased to love you.
Adapted from Katy Towell's "Agony"
 May 2013 Erin
Wolves and Lilies
Maybe if I'll touch you
The way the summer sun kisses the daisy
*You will love me.
 May 2013 Erin
Megan Grace
I tried to
write
a poem about you
but instead
I scribbled a
big, orange-ink blob
and I figured
that made
just as much sense.
 May 2013 Erin
R
How it works
 May 2013 Erin
R
This is how it works in
My brain:
If I cut my hair,
I won't cut myself.
I'll take it out on
My hair and
It won't mean a thing.
But on my wrist it
Somehow means I'm
A monster.
Well, my hair is cute apparently but my wrist isn't...
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