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 Jan 2014 Emily
jacky
desire
 Jan 2014 Emily
jacky
thinking makes me want you more
you revolve around the thoughts in my head
actually, almost everything
you're the center of it, center of all
though it doesn't make sense at times
I try to mend it with your voice
that in all that matters
it heals me, fixing the chaos jiggles in my head

breathing makes me want you more
the lilac in your scent, the perfume you bought
I really think, you didn't need it
And I still do, for when you walk or talk pass me
all i could think was how and why
you've almost paralyzed me deep inside
if I could just breathe you in forever
I wouldn't need any other gas
oxygen be ******
you keep my lungs alive

hurting makes me want you more
it's the only thing that hold the two of us
and not because you hurt me, no
I did this to myself, I brought myself to this
that's why I like it, I love it
although it hurts, it makes me think that it's real
that i was not dreaming about all of these
it's real because I feel how the tiny bits of my heart
crashed onto the floor
saw it with my to naked visions

feeling makes me want you more
you make it real
you make it easy
though it hurts, i wouldn't mind
your love, is enough
even unrequited mine is
how i feel at the moment, making the moment pass to be with the one i like. I failed her...
 Jan 2014 Emily
Nat Lipstadt
rock and movie stars?
TV shows
telling me how to live.

gonna have my people call your people
to set up a meet,
so I can tell you direct
shut the **** up,
please.
 Jan 2014 Emily
Nat Lipstadt
Count your friends instead.
the one who notify you that
your existence enhances them!

so for those special few,
I will say what ere I promised
Never to Say,

I like you too.

so count me instead,
read me like I read you,
In and Out,
Front and Back,
gotcha coming and going.

I'm notifying you,
You-we, are the best,
of Us,
and count me in
you.
Thank u Elizabeth for the inspiration...
 Jan 2014 Emily
Sam Conrad
I just told a friend:
"I feel awful. She made me so happy."

My friend asked:
"Why is that bad? She made you happy and you made her happy too."

I replied:
"I wish she'd come back."
"That's why."
"And she's in a relationship with her."
"While simultaneously claiming she's lesbian."
"And that's not good for my self esteem."

My friend replied:
"That isn't good."
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.

Stop
Stop
Stop
Please

Stop
Stop
Stop
Please

Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
 Jan 2014 Emily
Allen Wilbert
Drug Addict

I drink beer, I drink liquor,
doing shots makes it quicker.
I smoke a bowl, I smoke a joint,
is there a problem, get to the point.
I take acid, I like trip,
I love the trail of a moving whip.
I like ****** sugar, I snort coke,
no wonder, I'm so **** broke.
I pop pills for stress, some for pain,
you'll never hear me complain.
I shoot ******, then I dose off,
my life is just a total loss.
I make and smoke ****,
hoping it takes my last breath.
Special K is my favorite tranquilizer,
I use it as a drug appetizer.
I smoke crack, don't ask why,
don't knock it, til you try.
Ecstasy makes me feel so good,
it always puts me in a special mood.
I sniff gas, I sniff glue,
then I ask, who are you.
Sometimes I smoke hash,
I live a life of white trash.
Morphine can't be beat,
my brain has suffered a defeat.
I even take ****** and steroids,
***** big, ***** small and I'm paranoid.
Been to counselling, been to rehab,
last time I went, I ended up with *****.
Now finally, I'm clean and sober,
been that way since mid October.
I admit drugs are more fun,
but in the end, God finally won.
 Jan 2014 Emily
Moon Humor
You convinced me that I could be loved
that I was beautiful.

I realize I am without you
but it doesn't stop the want.

Now I'm just a whisper
of the smooth low morning voice
I loved to speak to you with.

Now I'm just the skin
you used to touch, and you'd tell
me you liked it so much.

I haven't eaten in two days
because I'm sick to my stomach
over your lies.

White lines, crushed pills
call my name, begging to numb the pain.

I'd let you in again on my own terms.
I'm always twisting words
remembering when you brought me to tears
your stories, your mind is war torn.

Now you're just another
playing me in some sick game
I've been subjected to before.

I ask why I'm never good enough
but I haven't forgotten my worth.

I am crumpled morning hair, black coffee and poetry.
I am deeply emotional, understanding.
I am filled with wonder, every sunrise and sunset.

I would be the dedicated love
you always wished for.

But here I am, questioning
my own worth
because someone else
is blind to it.


I ache for you,
and yet
I pity you
for not seeing
my worth.
More furious typing & word *****.
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