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Lilly Tereza Nov 2012
A
Kiss, stolen in secret.
Away, from prying eyes.

Before
The the school
Bell rang.

Can't
You see the memories
Concealed behind my eyes?

Do
You even care
Don't you even see my tears?

Eventually
They say I will forget.
Even though I know I never will.

Fore
Your smell still lingers on my clothes.
Forever etched into my brain.

Going
Round and round my head,
Got to forget your kiss.

Help
Me move on and
Hold my head up high.

It
Simply does no good to remember.
I* swear I'm going mad.

Just
The way you say my name.
Jynn*... Like it's beautiful.

Kill
Me before I fall too deeply addicted to your
Kiss, so sweet and soft.

Love
The age old
Lie, told by every member of your kind.

Maybe
I can do this on
My own, free myself from you.

Never
Did I think I'd
Need you this much.

Only
Boy to ever truly
Own my heart.

Probably
the most
Painful of any hurt.

Quiet
Tears as loud and
Obnoxious as a car alarm.

Running
Away from my fears.
Ripping you from my life.

Stop
Trying to
Stay, It only makes it harder.

Today
Is the day I finally
Tear away from the life I hate.

Unfortunately,  
My heart and brain
Unanimously decided that life was caused by you.

Very
Well, If you agree. This
Vacancy in my life is not for you.

Won't
You let me die?
Why must you torture me so?

eX-treme
Heartache, I
eX-alted you so.

You,
The love of my life. un-
Yielding rollar coaster, just wont stop.

Zombie
Of my former self, drained of
Zest, and life.
Pandora dO Sep 2012
~
Procrastination, it's everyone's least favourite word.
Running around, doing a great many things, but
Of course not that what they were supposed to do.
College might've given you much homework,
Reading book X; chapters two, five and six,
And writing a paper of a thousand words...
So students rather start doing something else.
The house wife might have this problem too,
If cleaning isn't her favourite thing to do.
No, watching the telly is much more fun
And reading a book is also a lot easier
Than walking around the house
In a big frenzy, trying to tidy every room.
Oh, procrastination, many people use you,  
Not that they like you, no way.
~
© 2012
I've procrastinated enough, now, I think. lol
Zoe Irvine Nov 2012
m aking ends meet
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t ruths about
y ourself

i nsert
s adness

t aking
h old of
e cstasy and

m artyring it
a way, bartering it and bashing it
d own into
n othing, letting its
e nergy
s eep,
s lowly trickle to a
.
Swords and Roses Oct 2015
In my eyes, I'm drowning

Always waiting to be acknowledged
Moulding myself to be the way I should be

Nice and quiet, just the way you want me
Open eyes, closed mouth
Tired, so tired of this facade

Asking just for acceptance

Grinding my teeth at the little digs
Impossible to make you happy
Running from the way I'm supposed to be
L**augh all you want, I can't change me
Àŧùl Jun 2014
Sulking back grinding my teeth is useless
Taking out my ire on boneheaded people is ridiculous
Asking the world to stop using the 'F-word' is pointless as well
Yelling at the top of my voice against the vice is not worthy either
Involving not in policing activities without being authorized
Not caring for you jealous people is best in these circumstances
Gunning them down is impossible any day anyway

Lowly words are your virtue commonly crude language people
Ostentatious skills of yours are no use against the new born rage
W*inning your hearts over is better than whining over your malpractice of teaching your kids the *F-word earlier than either Papa or Mama.
Phew...
Feeling great today..
Will not delete my account as I got just few message from an idiot who insisted that I quit HP & many more who told me that they love my work.
I will just turn a blind eye to all the 'F-words'.
So to the idiots I have to say, "Keep the F-words for your parents and future children, jerks."

My HP Poem #641
©Atul Kaushal
L** oves to play on the computer

A lways humorous

U nique in every way

R unning, jumping, tumbling at gym

E xceptionally bright

L earner
In Acrostic poems, the first letters of each line are aligned vertically to form a word. The word often is the subject of the poem.

Note: This is not my own poem, this is just an example i got from this cool website.
(http://schools.pinellas.k12.fl.us/educators/tec/Tondreault/Kinds.html)
I** want to breath
Like when I was a child
Oh, how I remember
Very much so, how much fun It was
Every day was ignorant bliss as I smiled
Yesterday was they day I forgot how to breathe
Over and over again I age faster as I remember
Under the stars I fade, unable to breathe
So now I regress
Over and over I wonder, where the time went my friend
Maybe I can grab a couple of galaxies and feed them to my infant
Uh, I don’t think she’d like it though, heh
Can you give me some advice, considering you’re over 60?
How do you still vibrate like the new day and the sound of heaven in the morning?
I don’t understand your method
Think about it?
Hey, that’s hard when all I think about is my future…
Under the stars, now
Running to catch the comets flitting forward forever.
Thank you
So much, I’m serious.
Ronan Curtin Sep 2011
Hungry for his touch,
Unknowing to him are my feelings,
Gazing intently into his deep blue eyes,
Open to his emotions,
Running scenarios of how our lust will spill into the deep voids of reality,
Offering to take his coat,
Wondering if he feels the same way,
Silence grips the air,
Our eyes meet once more with a long stare,
Moving closer to him I part my lips,
Emotions flourish while I stuff my face with another **cake..
Nina McNally Feb 2011
Moments of truth when
Everything starts to fall apart.

As I lay here,
Gazing up at the stars;
As I get ready to drift off to sleep;
I* wonder about life and love, in the darkest hour of the
Night. *Are we ever gonna have peace, in this world?

So as I lay here wondering, in
Time, we will have peace in the world, again, someday.

The time to sleep
Has come and gone; in
Each hour...

Week...and month, I stay up later and later.
Oh nostalgia, what are you doing to me?
Running from this
Lonely world--- Please
Don't give up on me.
Seasons of Change. <3

copyright; 2011 McNally, Inc.
most of my writes are words from my mind to the page.
I just write.
title from a Simple Plan song, and idea from Jon London.
Nina McNally Feb 2011
And now in the middle of the night, Please
Come back to me.          All my memories.
Running no where fast, running
Only to escape this monster, but you
See, the monster is slightly faster.
The moment is everything and
I** will be fine. I
Can beat this monster, in the end.
copyright; 2011
McNally, Inc.
An acrostic with the word acrostic...
-just came to me in the moment.
Gods1son Dec 2018
.............
Safely
Evading
Cones and rods of the eyes,
Running away from
Exposure until
Time runs out and it's
Show time!
Secrets could go hiding for a long time but someday, they will be revealed before all!
Nina McNally Jan 2011
Nothing to fear,
Evenings so great,
When all the lights go out---

Yesterday just a small town girl & in
One moment a big city girl;
Running not walking;
K**eep on dreaming.
copyright; 2009
McNally, Inc.
I went to New York and wrote this.
OnlyEggy Jan 2011
Four to the right...
More of the wine tips itself
I indulge myself a little more
Not forgetting to watch you sip away
Days stressed melt with a lipstick stain
          *Click!

Healthily imprinted on the side of a glass
Eyes glowing exceptionally in the candle light
As I run my fingers through the finest
Radiant, silky hair that slips through
Trembling fingers of a man with class
          Three to the left...
S miling brightly, your lips start to beg
Ovations to success as your eyes close
Ushering the urge to lean in, I pause
Listening to your slow desperate breathing
          Click
Startled by my own confidence
Pursed lips slowly collide in fashion
I am struck by the aggression of the action
Running fingers down the back of a dress
I can feel the tingling sensation of the skin inside
Trying to scream out in needed satisfaction
          One to the right...Click!
By the pressing of your body against mine
Oscillation of rhythmic breathing ensues
Drunk off the softness of my touch
You slowly drop one ******* your black dress

     *Let Us Begin...
(AIP)- From Tough Guys Wear Pink
Nina McNally Jan 2011
Run for comfort,
In the rain or snow
Come here, come
Home. Show the world
All you can do. So let's stop
Running because we
Don't know what we're running from.

Come home
And we will be at peace.
Show us peace and show
The world a lot of
Love and maybe
E**ternity won't be far along.
copyright; 2010
McNally, Inc.
-One of those poems that just came to me.- From When Times Get Tough....Write Poetry
Ms Sarah ツ May 2015
Running to catch up with the guys and gals,
Every one of us is eager to meet their long ago pals.
Uber changes happened since then,
Now one's a mum , another is a commedienne. He is a CEO & the other is married again.
In each other's company we always find zen.
Oh how quickly you passed by such a special day,
N**ow we each have to go back to our own different way.
Soldier Feb 2017
Intensely

Numbing
Enough to
Violently
Erase
Relief

Hiding
Under always
Running
Time and

Allowing
Nights to
Yield
Bandages
Of
Deformed
Y**earning

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