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 Oct 2013 Erin
Redshift
i knew when i walked into my dark room tonight
that i was going to cry.
i've been ****** up enough times before
i know what it feels like.

and it's not even that you did it on purpose
to **** me over
i understand
you're just a kid, really
kids gotta have their fun
gotta have their rebellion
gotta have their fist wrapped around a heart -
i get it.

i think it's the fact that i've lost the last person i give a **** about
that bothers me
that i am now entirely alone
even though there are 20 others to take your place
i would never let them

another "bestfriend".
pound on my door, honey
go ahead
i won't be answering

i don't like crying
it makes me feel pathetic
i'll probably just go play some halo. shoot some aliens. why can't i just be a girl and cry about it
 Oct 2013 Erin
Ann M Johnson
Fall
 Oct 2013 Erin
Ann M Johnson
I love to see the beautiful colors on the trees, but I don't like the chill which brings me to my knees.
 Oct 2013 Erin
Redshift
it's funny how skin melts
and it's funny how i keep touching a hot iron to my arm
and it's funny how afraid i am of it
but it's funny how i love it
and it's funny how i feel better
and it's funny how ****** up i am

what isn't funny
is what you did to me
 Oct 2013 Erin
Ann M Johnson
I went out with a friend for a night on the town
She said you are single, you should mingle
I know just the place you should try The Lonely Hearts Club
She dropped me off something came up she had to run, she said have fun, call me when your done
I found a seat looked at the menu, saw that prices were cheap and placed an order
The place was in disorder the music was too loud, having dinner for one did not seem to fun
I decided to wait until dinner was through to see if things would improve
I saw that some poor guy nearby spilled his drink all over a gal close to him
To make matters worse he walked up to me, He smelled of alcohol and cheap cigars
  He blurted out that he thought he would take a change and ask me to dance
  He also exclaimed that he was also looking for romance and asked for my name
  I told him I am choosy because I'm no ******  I'm holding on waiting for Mr Right someday he will be in my sight
   I called my friend for a ride home, I left The Lonely Hearts club with my dignity intact
Sometimes when my friend and I go for a night out around town we get bugged by weird guys.
This story/ poem is inspired by that.
 Oct 2013 Erin
Ann M Johnson
I read your poems faithfully, I think I have remembered to like most of them.
I try to comment if I have the time, I read your words line by line
Your words often bring a smile to my face and cheer me up on difficult days
Some of your poems bring inspiration others tears, some tickle my funny bone
Have I told you lately that you have tremendous talent, please write more
Have I told you lately that you are awesome and I wonder what else you have in store
Your words are beautiful to read or for you men, educational to glimpse the mind of men
I need to tell you today. how much I appreciate you, my fellow poets and friends
 Oct 2013 Erin
Francisco DH
And it wasn't that I fell out of love.
The wings of the butterflies continue to make music
as the brush against my heart.
No, I never fell out of love.

And it wasn't that I lost interest.
My mind every now and then walks down to the box where
memories labeled "HIM" Lie and it explores the past.
No, I never lost interest.

This heart walks down the path of love it still has
and watches the leaves from the memory trees fall.
I hear his name in the wind and feel his arms as the wind nudges past me.
But I change path.
And walk down the unknown.
I can't have him.

So this new path is simialar but yet it differs.
I will take it step by step
Heart beat by heart beat.
 Oct 2013 Erin
Francisco DH
And the wind talks no longer whispers
as it moves about this town.
The trees lose their leaves for they can no longer stand the winds talking.
People scurry indoors they too can't stand the talking.
but yet there are some who are still around
as the wind becomes lisper
They don't mind the wind's talking.
 Oct 2013 Erin
Redshift
untied
 Oct 2013 Erin
Redshift
why is it that every time a boy passes me in the hall
i feel guilty
like i owe something i haven't paid
like i ought to have something but i haven't taken the time to get up and get it -
embarrassed.

boy,
why does the back of your neck frighten me
why does the suggestion of your frame
make me wish i was not existing
what is it about you that is so
*******
scary

i am a goddess
a wisdom
a prose
and yet i cannot look normalcy in the face
you are nothing special
but you are enough to untie my laces
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