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 Dec 2018 October
Her
Immortal
 Dec 2018 October
Her
the moment a poet
falls in love with you

is the moment
you live

f o r e v e r
 Dec 2018 October
Amanda
Backspace
 Dec 2018 October
Amanda
If I could turn back time
I would hit Backspace all day,
Id put on Caps Lock
and SHOUT what I say.

I'd use the whole Alphabet
To tell you hello,
Press seven Numbers
Til your phone is aglow.

I'd Tab through the comments
I didn't want to hear,
And use the Arrow Keys
To drag your body near.

I would Delete the harsh words
I didn't mean to speak,
And Insert the "I love yous"
I before couldn't leak.

I would use Ctrl to
Keep reigns over my heart,
And I would Escape lies
That tore us apart.

I'd Print out your photo
And kiss it goodnight,
Use the Calculator
To check that it was right.

I'd Paint you a picture
of us, you and me,
Then I'd hit Enter
Just so you would see.

Those are the things
I would do in my strife,
If only Backspace
worked in real life.
This is the first poem (that I have a copy of) i wrote that I actually thought was good. I was in seventh grade, twelve years old, and I wrote it for a newspaper competition. I knew it was really great but I didn't think I would beat all other applicants in the state in my age group. So you can imagine my surprise I'm sure when I DID win! That is the first time I was proud of my writing. So this one has a lot of special sentimental value. Thanks for reading.
 Dec 2018 October
Ugo Victor
I can't sleep
Everytime I remember your words
They snap and recoil
And hurt me awake
Next time when someone
Promises me forever
I'll just smile
Look them in the eyes and ask
How long is forever to you.
 Jun 2016 October
JC Lucas
She's leaving in the morning
and she knows this
and I know this
and there's little-to-nothing she can do about it
and there's little-to-nothing I can do about it

and she knows this
and I know this.

She walks into the room
with her hair in a towel
and nothing else on
her ******* sway a little as she looks for the ***** shirt
she wears to bed

I'm lying on that bed
in my underwear
by the window listening
to the frogs chirp outside
and I watch her
move around out of the corner
of my eye
so she doesn't notice how
I watch her move.

Don't get all sentimental, I think,
it's too late for that now.

There's little-to-nothing she can do
and there's little-to-nothing I can do

and we know this-

Don't get all sentimental, ******* you,
I think,

but she's there now,
where I can see her
and my idle mind gets rolling

and there's little-to-nothing I can do.

The night closes in
and we're naked
to each other in the dark in that bed.
Close.
There's a storm raging outside
and she's leaving in the morning

and that's the end of it.
 Jul 2014 October
The Raven
Dreams
 Jul 2014 October
The Raven
Dreams are an instant in reality when your mind pushes past the barriers of the mentally sane.
Dreams are not fake, they are real.
Dreams are your mind, processing the higher functions, and comprehending a higher reality.
I know this because I've done it.
I know this, because I pushed past that mental barrier, and I found you.
A girl that has only existed in my subconscious; my imagination...
A perfect girl.
I pushed into my dreams, and unlocked that higher reality, where that perfect girl exists.
That's where I am now.
That's why I have you.
 Apr 2014 October
Mohd Arshad
Hope
 Apr 2014 October
Mohd Arshad
Thou art breath
When suffocation we feel
And then come into being
Our hearts dying in a dark room

Don't go into clouds
Don't dive into time
The light of life thou art
 Dec 2013 October
Agnis Lynota
I'm blowing O's with the cold air
Along side the smoke that seeps
Through my lips and into my lungs
It's no fun
Being the one
To break and break down
Oh how I wish I could leave this town
But leaving wouldn't change who I am
Nor what I've done
*I hate being the one
That hides from the sun
 Dec 2013 October
JC Lucas
I am riding through the old-time suburbs.
The city of salt pillars
I pass a bike or three
A jeep
A van with a six-inch lift and chipped orange paint
I round a corner
And suddenly all is quiet
Except for the squeaking of my old bicycle chain.
And I ex-
Hale

If you were here you would ask me why I sighed
And I would reply
"It's not a sigh, I just forgot to breathe"

I just forgot to breathe.

And I'm breathing now
My shoulders are at ease
And my bike is squeaking.
I wonder how often pockets of silence bubble up in the city
For a moment-
In this one spot-
It is still-
And then a car drives by and we resume.
I found myself in a pocket of silence in the center of a beehive this afternoon
And I sighed
Because the silence made me realize that I was holding my breath
So I exhaled
And relaxed

And then a car drove by
And we resumed.
 Dec 2013 October
Agnis Lynota
I told you I still loved you today
Even though I knew you didn't feel the same way
And you questioned me asking why
You said you treated me terribly before you said goodbye
But I did not explain
How the sound of your name
Still makes my heart beat out of my chest
How your kiss couldn't compare to the rest
How every morning I hear the birds singing our memories
How I've been constantly searching for remedies
On how to strip you away from me
because your sting was one of a bee
You infected my veins and left my world
Leaving me with my dangerous thoughts to be imperiled
I didn't explain how you were my hopes and dreams
But I am of no significance to you, so it seems
So knowing this
I clinched my fists
And spoke to you
"I don't know why, I just do"
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