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 May 2014 y i k e s
KILLME
The six month mark
For that one time in the dark
Safe from December breeze
You laid on top of me
And left my hair a messy mop
Then you flew to the bus stop
Leaving me very confused
And I'll admit, a little amused
Is four days near
(Should we celebrate and cheer?)
I wonder what we'll do next
For a secret fling, you're the best
Yet I've come to love you with my whole heart
And hope this never tears us apart.
When I think about our future, I'm pumped
Although, our relationship leaves me stumped.
We all have that one friend we occasionally fool around with every weekend right? ...no? ***** for you guys then<3

I love you, babycakes, I hope we're crazy weird amazing best friends forever<333
(I hope you're cool with me posting this even with your name left out(as always))
 May 2014 y i k e s
Lunar
beware when you fall in love
with an artist
be it a painter, a singer, or poet

for the artist will
paint you
with strokes and hues
in shapes of every kind

sing about you
with heartbreak lyrics
and feelings which rhyme

write about you
with the simplest words
and a secret message she wants to say

beware of the artist,
and her love
one wrong move
and you're an artwork in her display
 May 2014 y i k e s
Angel Escobar
You're so beautiful.
I love the way your eyes look.
I love the feeling i get when i stare into your eyes, and i get amazed and trapped in them for hours.
When I look at you it makes my heart beat faster and faster.
You tell me constantly how you hate your "chubby cheeks," but I holding your face while i give you a kiss that has a thousand meanings.
You say how much you hate your body, but the fact that its yours it means a lot.
I fell in love with the way you are.
I love that i get to hold you in my arms and kiss your head.
I feel special having you by myside and being able to call you mine.
Every kiss that i give and gave you has a meaning.
I love that you are you.
You have accepted me for myself and that meant a lot. I Love You
Little blue pillsĀ 
in neat little rows
Promise sweet release.
 May 2014 y i k e s
marina
it is summer again, and
we are getting high underneath
the tanglewood bridge

our shoulders stick together
with sweat, one of us coughing,
inexperienced, the other
laughing

it is summer again, and
i don't remember a day when i
didn't want to spend
all my time with
you
idk this is just a thought more than a poem
 May 2014 y i k e s
marina
every wall of this house reminds me
of you-

reminds me that you are 591 miles
away, and i haven't heard from you
for seventeen days, and i am beginning
to worry

before you left we sat on the
couch and i asked you to promise
me you would stay alive.
when i held out my pinkie you couldn't
take it, and i always tried to make sure
you'd never see me cry, but i couldn't
stand the thought of living
around your ghost and i guess i just
                                                   lost it

there is a cold spot on the sofa and
i wonder if it is you
i wish i were brave enough to ask
 May 2014 y i k e s
Lex
9w
 May 2014 y i k e s
Lex
9w
Being alive and living are two very different things.
 May 2014 y i k e s
Franny
November 28, I met this girl.
She was broken. From the bullies that struck her with their words.

We got to know eachother. I got to know her favorite color, favorite food, favorite song.

Through out the the weeks we talked, I found out how truly broken she was. How words cut like knife, how she had demons inside of her.

I also realized that I was falling for her. I was falling for a broken girl. When I myself was a broken girl.

I fought with my feelings.
I couldn't be. I wouldn't be... Gay.

I found out she liked me too.

It drove me insane. Me liking a girl? Wanting to be with a girl? It was absurd. My mom would never approve.

Months later.
We're 5 months. 5 months of her being mines, and me being hers. 5 months of tears. 5 months of laughs. 5 months of love. 5 months of hate. 5 months of two broken girls trying to fix eachother.

Can we succeed or will more months pass as the little happiness we have left disappear. And our demons strengthen.

I met this girl. She changed everything.
Blah. Idk
She's different....
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