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 May 2013 Erin
InLove000
Today :)
 May 2013 Erin
InLove000
Your Beautiful Eyes Were Looking At Me Today
Telling Me I Love You
I Wish I Could Have You
Your Stares
Are Making Me Love You More
I Just Want You
You Said You're Gonna Offer Me A Ride
But Because Of My Friend Said That I Must Stay With Her
My Eyes &
Your Beautiful Eyes Looked At Each Others
As If They Are Talking!
Remembering What Happened The Last Time You Drove Me Home
Your Beautiful Eyes Were Smiling Looking Onto Mine !
When We Were Alone&You; Asked Me Again
I Explained Why I Won't Go For A Ride With You This Time
Because Of My Friend
You Said Okay
I knew That You Were Not Happy
From Your Spoken Eyes
When You Said Bye I Said Bye
As If As I'm Not Gonna  See You Again
When You Walked & Then Stopped
I realized That There Is Something Wrong !
You Turned Around
&
Asked
Are You Coming Again ?
Am I Going To See You ?
I Said Yea In A Loud Voice Then
We Both Smiled
What A Man !
 May 2013 Erin
Aric Wheeler
I am a dot on Seurat’s canvas.

You told me that I wouldn’t be respected if I used Times New Roman, well maybe I don’t write to be respected. Maybe I write in Times New Roman because I like to read in it.

I could write in Wingdings. Would that make you happy? Would that make me stand out?

I don’t write with words I don’t understand and I don’t embellish nature to sounds pretty. Times New Roman isn’t trying to impress anybody and neither am I.

I am writing about what is real and I am writing about how I feel and I don’t need your opinion and I don’t want to hear your spiel.

Did that make me stand out?
Your smile is so warm and
Your hand feels so familiar in mine
I find I’m perpetually falling
When graced with your presence
I can never be safe when I want this
When I want things that don’t exist.
I feel so sorry
I can’t pretend like you do
I wish it was real
But the impact and inevitable devastation
Is not worth your immediate satisfaction,
My hesitation is my claim to my best decision
No sudden impulse has ruined me
I remain like always
As true to myself as I know how.
I will love me as much as you always should have
And your laugh makes me soft
And your memories bring me back to who I was
Before I broke,
But some words can’t be unspoken
And I don’t want to know how long
It takes, how hard you’ll fake before
We crumble
And I am only ashes.
I’m sorry
I’m so sorry
Your pain haunts me,
But that is not enough.
I’m afraid you will think in all the wrong ways
And never know the greatest gift I ever gave
Is that I don’t love like you do.
And when things change
They never fit quite the same.
 Apr 2013 Erin
Àŧùl
I was born twice, yes I was born & reborn.
Born once on December the 23rd in the year 1990,
And I was born again on May the 7th in the year 2010.

I was born twice, quite unusual, but really true it is.
On December the 23rd in the year 1990 it was biological,
And I survived the accident on May the 7th in the year 2010.

So now you get how I'm a man of Ω-Birthdays, don't you,
Unluckily I fought and brought myself back to this world,
And I am so lonely now, it would've been peaceful if I died.

All of the world who had once been friends with me hates me,
Unlucky enough for me to keep losing real-world friends,
And I hate myself for being such a weird personality.

All the happiness is lost somewhere in this world,
Not unusual for me to lose happiness frequently,
And I must give into this arrangement and suffer.

All my suffering is on behalf of this indifferent world,
Time & Karma distribute sufferings uniformly here,
And I take the problems on myself as I can stand them all.

All the happiness in my account was just temporary,
Let me suffer all of yours problems today whosoever reads this,
And I guarantee you happiness replete when you read this to a grimace.
My HP Poem #198
© Atul Kaushal
 Apr 2013 Erin
Katie Lorenzo
I am more afraid of aging than I am of death
The process of dying does not begin when you develop a heart problem
or when you lose your ability to walk
The process of aging and the process of dying are the same
Once you hit thirty five your body begins to destroy itself
First your pigment stops working
resulting in grey hair and pale skin
Then the muscles in your face begin to weaken
and your skin fills with folds.
The next thing you know your skin is paper
and your bones are glass
and you must be careful about everything
and that is not living at all.
Aging and dying are one in the same
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