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i am nothing
but
a blank paper
without you
only
your eyes
give me
the power
to write
poems
i am missing you
i am missing my poems
I retired as a child,
And came to a conclusion,

My skin was mine to protect,
My mind was my fortress,
My eyes were my windows,
My soul too precious to be yours.
 Jun 2014 Manda Clement
HiJinx
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 Jun 2014 Manda Clement
HiJinx
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Do not fall in love with
people like me.
I will take you to
museums, and parks, and
monuments,
and kiss you in everything beautiful
place, so that you can never go
back to them
without tasting me
like blood in your mouth.
I will destroy you in the most
beautiful way possible.
And when I leave
you will finally understand,
why storms are named after
people.
Not sure who this belongs to, as I took note of this poem a long time ago but was unable to find the author (even to this day) - it's beautiful none the less & I relate to it.
you told me once that i am
a dead body on a puppet string
and i'm still not sure
what you meant by it
but i kept those words
stuck them in between
each of my ribs and i
will be embalmed with them
long before you realize
they were ever missing
 Jun 2014 Manda Clement
Nickols
I died last night.
A stain of red upon the sheets.

I died last night.
Without a sound leaving my lips.

I died last night.
And I'm still lying there.

I died last night.
Without a care.

I died last night,
to live for today
and to grow for
tomorrow.

I died last night,
to live.
You are all beautiful people, wonderfully made.
God never created the word ugly, for all are beautiful.
It was a counterfeit word from the devil, to shame people.
Christ never created ugly people only beautiful ones
He made all people beautifully and Awesomely.
So do not allow the evil one deceive you , you are
 Jun 2014 Manda Clement
HiJinx
I forget how beautiful he is /looking into his forest eyes, shaded by greens and browns, flecks of yellow sunlight streaming through / it's taken this long for me to see his  beauty and I'm ashamed / ashamed I didn't notice all of him the first night / I laid eyes on him with the fluorescent lights over our heads. / His handsome form hits me hard / knocks me off balance / if I were to be hit on the highway by an eighteen wheel truck, this is how I would imagine it feeling. / I need to feel his hands against my fragile cracking skin, burning heat through my paper thin body. / I fall apart without him and I crumble to the floor /  in his presence.
Two steps forward ten steps back, maybe more and I lost track
What am I working toward, I am swimming in this sea of debt
What is the purpose. did I forget it seems meaningless
I seem to be chasing the wind which I can not catch
I know it might be just a rough patch, but it feels like a door without
a latch, making me feel unsecure
I feel like I'm in quicksand, not on solid ground  
Why do I work so hard, is it only to pay the bills
If so it gives me the chills
It sure is a test of my will
Do I labor in vain, all this worry might drive me insane
It all seems meaningless like trying to catch the wind
In ancient times long long ago,
when Ptolemy looked up into the firmament-
with wonder and amaze, to see the heavens glowing there-
he little knew of how the Gods did sport and play!
When Cassiopeia ope'd her ***** and let forth her music in the heavens, with joy the stars did dance and planets in their fundament  strove to eclipse each other vying with all their might to illuminate-the heavens more bright with their ethereal light and splendor.
Andromeda began to dance, then Sirius  and Betelgeuse,
Virgo too with Capricorn- Herculese and Aquila-Regulus with Ursa minor, all the planets danced but one,
and that with angry stance, refused to join the dance,  
Mars with red countenance stood aloof feigning reproof,  
 Look carefully, and you will see,
the stars still dance for you and me.
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