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Ginelle Feb 2017
him
the world around me spins,
it's always so blurry;

but you, you're always crystal clear
i'm so happy you're alive.
Gabriel burnS Jan 2017
There is no savior
for all;
there's even no
individual salvation

You know the cost
of a call,
but that of
conversation?

You can hear,
that I know,
but can you listen?
And when you talk
is it the things
you say
or is it in the way...
What is absent,
is it missing?
Dawn Aug 2016
a lot of folks are torn
if they should cross oceans
for poeple who wouldn't even
cross puddles for them.

while a whole other lot wonders
if they should even cross puddles
for people who would
-without any doubts-
cross oceans for them.

what a desolate lot
people are.
thinking that love was a debate
between the idea
of crossing oceans and of crossing puddles
despite it being
a simple question
of who you should cross oceans for.
Brent Kincaid May 2016
I want to write you a poem
That heals up your scars.
I want to send your hopes
Soaring up to the stars.
I want to clear away stones
From the path you take.
I want to be sure you never
Feel your heart ache or break.

I want to put that feeling
That you give me into a jar
So, I can feel it always
If you should travel very far.
I want to write a symphony
Of the music in your voice.
This is not loyalty or kindness.
I simply do not have a choice.

For you are what I prayed for
Before I ever knew you existed.
You are that magnetism
That I never once resisted.
You have always fit me
Like a split friendship locket.
There never was a moment
You didn’t have me in your pocket.

So, I want to do for you
What you have done for me.
I want to put a trillion stars
In your nighttime reality.
I want to let you know for sure
All that you have meant to me.
I want to share with you
Your gift of love and serenity.
Rachel Sterling Oct 2015
It took me 10 years to let you in. 10 years to allow you to look at me and truly see me. 10 years for me to let you look at the piece of me I've never gotten back. That piece is yours. Hell, all of me is yours if you want it. I don't know if I can bear to be anyone else's now, knowing what I know; how things could be. And this is why it took 10 years. I've always been afraid that once I tried you I wouldn't have a taste for anything else. I let you in completely. No walls. No pretenses. No pretending I didn't. Now what?
Chloe Jul 2015
Tell me you love me,
As you gaze into my eyes,
Leaving kisses for all to see,
In violet, yellow and cerise.

Show me your fiery passion,
As you scream out my name,
Expletives a mere expression,
Of feelings that drive you insane.

Make me feel your adoration,
With your bruising touch,
With the heart of a nation,
To make me love you as such.
Unrequited love is a sad yet beautiful thing...
Airisgone Jul 2015
Love like a child
Love like an innocent flower
With my simple words
Will you listen?

Cliche compliments that I want to say
but I won't
because you won't believe me
Why should I waste my breath?

Like an old friend
I won't betray you so easily
I can't promise forever
So, I'll promise you today

I'll love you more than yesterday
So, will you smile for me?
oh my stars May 2015
What if I do love you?
And it's not just 'love'.
But uttering the words is impossible
Because letting you into my heart is
Terrifying.
I have put the barrier up,
The barrier that only allows 'love' not love.
It twists my emotion into a word I do not wish to say,
The same word but a different meaning.
You say I love you
And I reply with 'I love you too'.
I want to mean more but
The fear stops me-
It manipulates
Everything I stand for.
'I love you' hurts you
but
I love you hurts me.
Teach me how to say it,
Tell me to be brave.
In reply to 'But do you *love* me?'
RC Apr 2015
Trying to describe what happened to us
is like fumbling to forge stars from
the evanescent remains
ever fluent in our veins
of astral bodies drifting further away.

Translunar thoughts extort my orbit around you
regardless of your eyes, their contained gravity
despite your lucid voice and it's fervid pull,
how they all hold me in place.
You are your own universe
and I am lost in your space.

Asteroids of presentimental wounds cratered my trust
you eclipsed unhindered through my life
and flared into hers;
our syzygy was over
but I never noticed our declination occur,
with your ephemeral attention
and I, rapt in limerence,
stayed a sidereal fragment to your sky.

I never did and still don't mind...
Definitions just in case, and because I'm addicted to learning new words.
trans·lu·nar - adj. of, relating to, or denoting the trajectory of a spacecraft traveling between the earth and the moon.
ex·tort - v. obtain (something) by force, threats, or other unfair means.
pre·sen·ti·ment - n. an intuitive feeling about the future, especially one of foreboding.
syz·y·gy - n. a conjunction or opposition, especially of the moon with the sun. "the planets were aligned in syzygy"
e·phem·er·al - adj. lasting for a very short time.
lim·er·ence n. - the state of being infatuated or obsessed with another person, typically experienced involuntarily and characterized by a strong desire for reciprocation of one's feelings but not primarily for a ****** relationship.
si·de·re·al - adj. of or with respect to the distant stars (i.e., the constellations or fixed stars, not the sun or planets).
RC Apr 2015
Like the city
there's always the constant buzz of your existence in the background
reminding me you're still here
polluting my thoughts

Your lights are too brilliant to disentangle from my mind
burning bright like neon signs in your eyes
prompting me towards you
and your vacant streets

Empty words hang on brick
crumbling graffiti of the walls we used to call shelter;
we built houses on comfort
but always needed something better

When I left, you phoned
I told you I had found home
though I wanted to hear the lonely in your voice
match the lonely I still know
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