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 Apr 2014 Scatts
Melanie Melon
And when I die I can only hope
that I have chocolate milk in the fridge
and a bulky wikipedia page.
 Apr 2014 Scatts
Melanie Melon
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 Apr 2014 Scatts
Melanie Melon
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I would read an essay on How to Draw A Straight Line if someone wrote it, I would like to know how to freehand perfection, how draw a flawless connection.

2. I would buy a lifetime supply if there was a perfume that smelled like CDs after I eject them from the player in my car, like fundip sticks, faintly sweet, completely bizarre.

3. I’ll scour every article on the science of smiles if it meant yours might leave me less lost, so I could interpret the exact angle of your lips and not feel like I have become one of your sunken ships.
 Apr 2014 Scatts
Kerrigan Reyes
Dear Kiki,
I know your're not yet gone
yet we had such a wonderful bond
that when I saw you on my bed
with your small, soft head
with your green, hazel eyes
I wish that they were saying lies
that you are NOT dead
you're NOT what they said
but I know the day will come
where I will sing and hum
your sweet soul to heaven
where we will meet again
I know the day has not passed
but I hope the sadness does not last
because I know we'll meet again
In sweet, heavenly Nirvana.
I'll miss my cat when she dies, I guess I'm thinking morbid again....anyways I wanted to write Kiki a letter(:
 Apr 2014 Scatts
Poppi Mae
Fall
 Apr 2014 Scatts
Poppi Mae
Like the waves and the sand,
There's always something to fall on.
 Apr 2014 Scatts
Cliffy Buglione
The nightmare voice
is whispering to me again
Telling me you don't belong to me
The acoustics are driving me insane.

I tried to tell you I am the messiah
In a hope that you'd compromise my anticipation
as to be a king
Really I'm just obsessed
And Wendy I'm obsessed with you
I'm only obsessed with you.

Elvis never inspired your prophet
Things were stolen
Sweet scented flowers were crushed
and destroyed - Such beauty left as junk
and tho a ****** was *****
Jesus lit no candles for this punk.

I tried to tell you
I was the only valantine
                               for you
In a hope that you'd pity what is true
from my direction
Romeo and Juliet didn't have a clue
Of love's perfection
But by and by we all take the ride
Just an alibi for suicide
Really I'm just obsessed
And Wendy I'm obsessed with you
I'm only obsessed with you.
Just you
 Apr 2014 Scatts
nikki
Untitled
 Apr 2014 Scatts
nikki
The only thing more brutal than hopeless love is hope itself.
 Apr 2014 Scatts
Sierra Carleton
I think it'd be kinda neat
To watch your heart
Fizzle and spark
And ignite as bright as can be.

Because maybe
Just maybe
It'd be interesting to watch you suffer
The same way you used to watch that happen to me.
 Apr 2014 Scatts
blankpoems
Love letters to every person who has ever seen the stars as someone's freckles:

1. You were afraid to love him.  It was okay, he did not know much except for demanding what he wanted despite the word "no".
I want you knowing that you deserve better than half *** apologies and snowstorms for white blood cells.

2. She was your first girlfriend.  Her hair reminded you of your mother's curtains in the living room.  Burgundy.  
She loved you but she had to go, I bet you wish you never hung that rope in your basement.

3.  Everything was set on fire, even your lungs.  You started finding ashes everywhere but in your shoes.  Walk away
before she gives you a new meaning for saying grace.

4.  By now you've had enough of religious boys.  And Oh My God, how your hips felt like heaven.
This is all ******* and he always went to church hungover.

5. This time you've forgotten how to sleep without his breath in your ear.  I think his name was Noah or something like that.
It was ironic how he didn't have two dogs, two cats and oh yes, that's right.  He had two lovers.

6.  You went crazy with him, he was so full of water.  You thought you'd drown when he touched you, and you did.

7.  You were so pale that I thought you were dying.  This is a letter to myself to remind me to never fall in love with a boy who cares
more about putting his cigarettes out in public ashtrays than asking me how I take my coffee.
He was extra surprised to learn that I was vegan and only drank water when we sat in cafes.
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