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Angel Moore May 2013
HE said to write
           create.
{read my wordfs} dont be scared.
your m.ind will fill in the blanks


caps lock willl destroy. your muind.


....your story begins now.

Dont be afraid and read the wLls./
find a quiet place.
find a song.
feel it. taste iut. create a song......                                                       ­   


chapter two.
i went to ***...
      you came to me,
found me in a dark room....posted.      I cant read this he said disappoinbted. :( keep trying :)))





{hey there friendship, lets have a heart to heart....walk outside for chapter two..... i'll be there in the night. In the quiet. silence.


phone is dead :(((( who cares! party in the basement.




can you read this yet???
tgake me on a messy date.
i want to play in the sunshoine. heal my /adhd please
                                                   ((((adivan is gone :( who steals from a friend???

/where did Noelle leave her pants anyway




((((( chaptep two.
quit your mind. listen to the music..shhhhhhh////
read tyhisd 6omorrow...
caps lock are evilsssss.........
listenm tp the robots 2013......


find me in the dark writing rymes. changing soings. creating. , , , ,
authors. intillects.
teachers.

cults are bad!!!!!!!! god is love. dont do drugs and go on adventires.


read the bible everyday. silence your heart. take a deep breath. no one cares. they will foind you again.


dont be scared...

quiet moments are the best. where did i put my cigarettes.                                  to be conyinued.
edit or no>>>>

bring back indie bands. then they become mainstream you know :( sad hipsters.
i just wanna play.
no one gets me.

pep talks and ****.
partys downstairs.
find me later when they go to bed.

go play.

'
you have nothing to do tomorrow.
its only 11????? i like numbers. i hate math.

i have to *** still.

waiting. who cares. go to sleep. i'll stay up all night and write poems...

i sleep in tuckers room when heres not here. i miss him so bad sometimes. i wonder what 6 year olds dream about, you know?


this is gunna be EPICCCC!!!! sermon on the way...to becontinued. tweet me clues from the front porch.


i'lll be quiet. my phones dead anyway. oh well. phones are bad.


wheres the bathroom?


oh yeah. chapter two.
how long can i write this poem before they try and find me.

          the basement is to farrrr.....cigarettes on the front po
Morgan McCormick Dec 2012
You
Walking on shattered beer bottles from the night before
Ducking under every head beam that grazes my hair as I pass
I wonder when you’ll understand
How us normal people function

I am passion

You are death
You are darkness
You are alone
And forever will be

I’ve tried to show you the way
Where people are nice and in love
You choose your way though
Because to you, it’s the only way

I wonder when you’ll open your eyes.
When you finally let the happiness into your heart
I know I won’t be there for it.

I hope one day you realize how badly I tried
All I wanted was a smile, a kiss
But you were disgusted,
Disgusted with love.

Maybe it’s just me
But my sudden need for adivan says otherwise
I can’t relax, I can’t love, I can’t be
With you

As badly as I want to, I know it’ll never work
I love you with every piece of my body, soul, mind and heart
But you’re killing me
From the inside out

I don’t know how much more time I have.
Last night I woke up gasping for air.
You’re crushing my chest, my lungs
My heart.

I wish you could feel the pain I feel.
What you do to me, its torture.
A battle between reality, love, emotions and words

I’ll never give up
I won’t die a zombie.

A heartless, cold, self-centered, narcissistic, overbearing,
Overwhelming, condescending *****

That’s the best way I can describe you.

— The End —