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 Jun 2015
Virginia S
There is nothing more beautiful
than sleeping by your side
 Jun 2015
bones
She leaves me
with secret flowers

each has
a broken heart

and purple petals
for me to hide

and memories
I can't ....
 Jun 2015
poetessa diabolica
There's a lunatic in my mirror.
 Jun 2015
niamh
Give her a pool of water
And she would re-enact
The dying moments of narcissus.

Cover all the mirrors
That she may see
The ugliness within
 Jun 2015
NeroameeAlucard
it's easy to forget I'm human isn't it?
I'm not ungrateful I just express my feelings differently
I often keep them to myself and when that doesn't work I'll lay then into a rhyming pattern that hopefully people read

so yes I'm weird as all get out and I don't think the way you do
I'm human or did you forget that fact too?
I guess its easy to forget that when you misread the ***** under my hat
 Jun 2015
Kelly Rose
A gentle rains falls
mesmerizing
in sight and sound
Wistful thoughts
invade
She feels
the loss
of the love
she never had
2/9/2015
 Jun 2015
Ignatius Hosiana
I wanted to stump ******* your chest
So I could leave a footprint in your heart
If only someone would show me how best
I could do it without you getting hurt
I wanted to trip you so that you could fall
And be mine forever, once and for all
'Cause whilst many called my pieces *******
You said sometimes **** is worth the stink
Encouraged me to ignore what they think
And reorganized my jumbled mind to neat
You melted my heart like it were ice
With a single glance at your eyes
You stole the rhythm of my heartbeat
Or say in your presence It's a drumbeat
You make me lose the sense of senses
Yeah, even the grip on my tenses
I'm a car and you drive me so wild
If any of my control is left ,It's so mild
A touch of your skin drives me mad
You're that thing all lads wish they had
I don't know how to say this, ***
That I adore how gracefully you walk
That you sound like Angels when you talk
But I cannot utter even a single word
Of it ,your presence,leaves me speechless
And yet your absence leaves me breathless
I wasn't one to fall before you came around
How'd I avoid falling when my feet are spell bound
So I tried to write since I'd lost the gas
Came up with nothing better than this.
 Jun 2015
Sjr1000
Sometimes
you
need to call
in
sick
to
your
self.
I have these two watches that i keep for so long. It both held the same  time, when you and I first met.

   That exact minute my eyes witnessed,
that rare of a beauty.

         As how one galaxy collided with other galaxy to yield the most exquisite scenery of stars dancing and kissing each other.

                     Slowly...

                     Passionately...

               I have kept these for two simple reasons.

               First, as a reminder that we are existing in the same lifetime.

                Last, so i will not forget that those watches, contain the time of two distant space.

              *
* Just like us.
Draft.
I am just amazed of how we have the very same timezone and yet we lived many miles apart, divided by the sea.
 Jun 2015
Cecil Miller
Shock to my heart,
Torn all apart,
Still, I can't see,
A better place to be.

Won't somebody come
And save me from myself.
Won't somebody come,
I can't make it by myself.

Trapped by my fears
In my waisted years.
I've searched my soul to find
Some sense of peace of mind.

Won't somebody come
And save me from myself.
Won't sombedy come
I can't make it by myself.

All, all alone.
Never to feel at home.
Why do I feel this way?
Make it all go away...

search on,
for something I won't own
Search, I'm searching on
I'm searching on.
another set of lyrics I wrote in 1998 on an accustic guitar I bought. I  was feeling very Lyndsy Buckingham. I don't think my work in these days was very good, but it came from a raw place. Obviously, I survived all that aingst and fear.
Outside of poetry
I would still be living a life
lightened and carefree
merrily chatting with wife.

I would let a poem rise in my head
throw to wind and see it dead
return to sky all breath of pain
watch them fall as joyous rain.

I would darken the screen let it sleep
burn the poems with none to keep
retire to the nook not been for long
brush up the web on a dusty song.

To be away from poetry I would strive
sail on the river go on long drive
snuggle tighter to a fathomless space
outside of poetry discover happiness.
 Jun 2015
moss
all she ever was, was a satin soul
she hoped that, one day, he'd make her whole
before she was singed by the burning coal
before she completely lost control

her fabric wasn't ever truly real
it was only soft to touch and to feel
she only wanted the silk's smooth appeal
her forgery she was forced to conceal

she stuck with satin, closed within her walls
but always wondered what was down the hall
still there she sits, that little satin doll
and she will always be afraid to fall
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