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 Dec 2013 Zabava
Eliana
Vacillating
 Dec 2013 Zabava
Eliana
Leave me alone.
Stay.
Go away.
Come back.
You don't exist.
Please don't be dead.
Get out of my head.
Live here forever.
Stop making me remember.
Don't let me forget.
Quit chasing me.
Run with me into the sunset.
Let go of me.
Hold me in your arms.
Go back to oblivion, where you belong.
Take me with you.
Pain makes hypocrites of us all.
 Dec 2013 Zabava
Jackie Andary
Remember the time that we were together?
Yeah, me neither.
I do remember wishing for it
Watching, waiting
For you to make that move
Everyone said you were going to make
But then, you didn't
I was tired, I was confused
I sent you a message
You replied
My waiting was over
My wanting was not.
 Dec 2013 Zabava
Mattea Marie
The metallic tang
Of disinfectant still
Haunts me
I remember the papery rustle
Of thin sheets
Against your cotton gown
And the constant mask
Of pain
That painted your
Innocent face

You've never looked so young
And I've never felt so old
I can't forget
How you grabbed my hand
And asked me to stay
With pleading eyes
And my heavy heart
Chained me to that bed
I would have stayed there forever
 Dec 2013 Zabava
Aaron Reisinger
I remember sitting in my room,
My computer screen the only light.
I smiled as I read a joke across the screen,
And didn't really quite know how to respond.

I remember my locker,
So unkempt in seventh grade.
I remember my notebooks,
Filled with notes from class.

I remember how I hated drugs,
And smoking,
And every other bad thing,
That came from the memory of you.

I remember how innocent I was,
And how you laughed at me.

I remember how I never grew sad,
Just because a person so perfect could exist.

And I remember the light in my heart,
The drive I had inside.
And How I always had a smile,
I never had to hide.
 Dec 2013 Zabava
Maxine Rhue T
Grin
 Dec 2013 Zabava
Maxine Rhue T
You have this grin
And when it plays across your face
all I can remember is the way
your tongue glides across my skin

Its the same face you make
when you inhale the scent of my garden

When you start to taste
the nectar as if it were a fine wine

Making sure
that every sip
every lap
and every lick
is slower than
Molasses
making its way along the length
of the Mississippi River

You have this grin
And when it plays across your face
all I can remember is the way
your tongue glides across my skin

It is the gracious grin
that shows in the afterglow
of knowing what you do to me.
© Maxine Rhue T  2013
 Dec 2013 Zabava
Tammy M Darby
Hell's demons are everywhere
If I could only convince you to see
Drinking gin and tonic with style
Sipping haughtily on lemon and tea

Their distorted evil frightening faces
Are masked from human sight
As they pass you with indifference
Grinning and nodding
Moving left to right

However
Without warning
As their vicious appetites call
Growing hungry for souls
In the silence of the night
They gobble up foolish sinners they encounter
That disappear forever from sight

So the next time you have the desire to dine in the  evening
Take a  moment or a second or two
Remember faces are not all they seem
A demon may be sipping a martini,
While smiling and sitting right next to you


This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws
Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright
Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M. Darby
 Dec 2013 Zabava
RoDin
varieté
 Dec 2013 Zabava
RoDin
oh, boy...

it felt like a circus
coming to the middle of nowhere:
my heart spit fire,
walked a tightrope,
performed a back somersault,
laughed with the sad clown,
ate cotton candy and popcorn,
did the cancan dance
and thumped home
percussively joyful!

(final notice: circuses move. the show must go on)
 Dec 2013 Zabava
Ben McCarthy
Not even the stone looks the same,
sealed up in here.

I remember the stone Buddhas of Sukohthai.
Smooth with age,
resting on broken sandstone.

Funny but I cant write it,
staring at this piece,
“Buddha seated under the Bodhi Tree.”

Can’t write the way the sun set over the ruins
in perfect orange and purple streaks,
the way it felt to walk between the stones
in the gathering dusk,
your hand in mine,
the tropical darkness raining down all around us.

Stopping by one shrine
of a Buddha that looked just like this one,
a burst of red flowers growing from the rock.

Funny but I can’t write the feeling I had then,
not at all.
 Dec 2013 Zabava
mostly anonymous
i like to stay anonymous
so they don't find
all these feelings.
the only thing harder than feeling
so much
is explaining it.

they don't get it.
they think you want attention.
they don't believe me.

i'd rather believe
someone out there
sympathizes enough to read
and listen
and think
and care
and understand.
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