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 Nov 2012 Nicole
A Thomas Hawkins
Touch me,
it doesn't matter where
and it doesnt matter how
I need to know I'm still alive
so someone touch me now
Shake my hand and say hello
or pat me on the back
kiss me on the cheek
that I may feel this sense I lack
slap my face and pull my hair
make me bleed I just don't care
dig your nails into my skin
so I can feed this need within
I've been numb for such a time
that even pain would be sublime
so touch me, touch me now
I don't care where, I don't care how
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 Nov 2012 Nicole
Duck
If you were the sky
Then I'd be the sea
And when you shined bright
It would reflect in me.
When you're at rest
Then I am steady.
If you wanna get rough
I'm always ready.
Past closing at the bars
If you show me the stars
I'll open right up
And cast them out far.
And on the darkest night
If you won't shine a light.
Then I'm silent alongside you
Until you feel right.
We'll meet at the horizon
Where lovers will stare
And wonder with passion
Why they can't meet there.
And you'll share me a kiss
As bright as two suns.
When they meet in the middle
I'll know the days done.
And I can tell that's your way of saying to me.
Goodnight my love.
If you were the sky and I were the sea.
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 Nov 2012 Nicole
Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
 Oct 2012 Nicole
amt
Not knowing
 Oct 2012 Nicole
amt
I like you.
Or at least I like who I am when I'm with you.
When I look into your eyes,
I'm on a different planet.
I've always liked you...
Even before everyone else did.
I still do...
And I don't know if its worse if you know,
Or worse if you don't.
we have this way of walking away
so carefully mapped out
for when things start to be real
like a dream, you were to me
in the haze of late night sunshine
and bottles on the ground
who were we in those days
did you know I loved you?
did you give yourself to me?
I fought and fought against
the currents in your head
glimpsing so briefly
that tender soul you guard so well
and then we leave,
with all the walls on the ground
give them the winter
to rebuild our guards.
walk those old streets in hopes of finding you
but I feel I’m never exactly what you wanted
just a naive young girl
carefree and wild.
& it’s such a serious life you live
full of martyrdom and resentment,
but I do love you nonetheless,
in all your faults, I would always come back
I would always come home
to be wrapped up in your arms,
is a relief I have never known
anywhere else.
 Oct 2012 Nicole
Ryan Lockerbie
No matter what we people do,
The world continues to turn,
That is something that will always be true,
Even after every lesson we learn,
The world continues to turn,
Some things will happen and you'll never know why,
Some will even make you afraid to try,
But whether you put forth the effort or simply resign,
The world continues to turn.
People will come into your life,
Creating great happiness or creating great strife,
But even still,
The world continues to turn.
We get caught up in our lives and barely see,
Our vision clouded with anger or glee,
That even though we may be asleep,
Or wondering about a thought so deep,
The world continues to turn.
Friends and lovers will come and go,
Bringing feelings of love and woe,
But we must always remember,
That no matter the pain or burn,
The world will always continue to turn.
Copyright © 2011 Ryan Lockerbie
 Oct 2012 Nicole
K D F
In the Deep
 Oct 2012 Nicole
K D F
the lights are off
it's time to wind down and swim away
wide eyed i peer into black nothingness
my thoughts taunt me
i want to relax and fall asleep with a humble smile

i'm lying beside you
i can feel your legs behind mine
and from the sound of your heavy breath
i know you've gone

i feel alone...

i talk to you
i tell you how much i love you
how you mean the world to me...
with rue my heart struggles from carrying this weight

i think about the things i've done wrong
my misguided naivete
the chances i missed due to careless negligence
and how fragile i've become from this soaked in sense of failure

i'm stripped down to nothing
i've shed the inane ignorance
it's not enough
i'm not enough
i fear it's too late
i want to give you a covetous life
my wants suffocate you

our heavy hearts are tied together like two fishes
something so intangible between us
how could we ever let go
this beautiful ethereal thing

a high order was made to bridge our paths
a relevant communion between the priest and the messiah
here to change the world selflessly
so similar in sentiment
so different in circumstance

drowning in passivity
black emptiness surrounds us
i love you i say
if only the meaning hadn't drifted away
 Oct 2012 Nicole
Maggie McLeod
Laying with my heart wide open,
trying to understand your words spoken.
You tell me to accept your token,
but here I am, bent and broken.

Looking back into our past,
I thought that we would always last.
But then you ripped my heart wide open,
and here I lie, bent and broken.

You aren’t a simple love was lost,
It was my heart your facade cost.
But there were much too few words spoken,
so here I lie, bent and broken.

And as I dig in my well-bent mind,
I’m going to have to leave you behind.
A million apologies you could have boughten;
Too late. I’ll always be bent and broken.
This is the very first poem that I've ever written that rhymes. Just to let that be known.
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