"inyour" poems
This is not
A po em But
rather a cha lange
For you to
Write. A poem about
The sh ape that you see.
What oddity, unusual deformity do you see inYour precious minds eye?
A castle?
A cloud?
A hand or
A heart?
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 1:44 AM UTC
A drink, a dance
by skill, by chance
no matter how hard you try
she'll make you cry
because it's always favorites,
it's always looks
because rejection cuts deeper
than pain itself
colder than the heart of winter
is hate from her
because after that,
your heart is blacker
than the darkest shadow.
Cracked right down the middle
because of her.
No matter how you try
you will always love
Her
No matter how you feel
no matter the faults you see
you will
because love happens to be blind
and deaf
You can only hope that your heart
will be whole once more
but you will always love her,
so it never will
because you will always try
too hard, but never enough
to get your mind off her
and when you close your eyes
expecting darkness
you will see her,
because she will be a part of you
and you know that when you close
your heart as well as your eyes,
you will see her more vibrant;
more beautiful
than you can even think of
and you will always regret closing
your heart and throwing away the key
because you can't stand to see her cry
and know it's
all
your
fault
All you know is that
you just want to apologize
for what you were
for what you weren't
All you want is to sleep again,
but you know that she'll be there
in your dreams foorever
in your thoughts always
but inyour selfish heart never
and in your arms the same
Oct 9, 2011
Oct 9, 2011 at 10:30 PM UTC
i hope someday someone fixes you
(not fixes you, really, that word is
too harsh) i hope someone will
love you enough for you to love
them back, for those gaping holes
in your stories,inyour chest,inyour
futurethatyoualreadyhaveplanned
out to be sewn up tight and secure.
i hope someday you let someone
help you g e t your **** together,
that you want to make it work so
badly that you grovel, that you beg,
that you spit your guts out on the
sidewalk outside their house just to
prove your point. i hope someday
y o u ' r e h a p p y .
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC
I don’t believe
the strong people
are the independent
ones.
For me,
the courage
to admit
that you
need people
inyour life
is
real strength.
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 9:44 PM UTC
penny stuck to your back
roll over
this makes one cents all together
risky shivers of tongue
inyour ear
what makes you tick
why do i paint these papers red
when does an unpicked scab heal
what will we do when the trumpets play
who will be raining down from the heavens
this night burns slowly
my voice cracks woefully
sending me over the edge of lonely
out of the fog parted by light
us driving over the hill
after the sun had set
no closure
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 6:49 PM UTC