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 Sep 2013 poetrygod
berry
i am a terrible liar

when i was six, and my father
asked me if i had brushed my teeth,
i hadn't, but to avoid a scolding,
i told him yes

the popcorn kernel stuck in my teeth
and my blushing cheeks gave me away,
he marched me to the bathroom

when i was ten, my mother asked me
if i'd snuck a cookie before dinner,
i hid my chocolate-covered fingers behind my back
and told her no

i forgot about the evidence right below my lip,
she laughed and shook her head,
i was given extra broccoli

when i was fourteen and my crush rejected me,
he asked me if our friendship would be awkward,
i didn't want him to feel guilty,
so i told him no

we stopped talking altogether
and for a little while it kind of hurt,
but he wasn't very cute anyway

when i was eighteen and the boy i loved broke my heart
then proceeded to ask me if i was okay,
i choked back my tears,
and i told him yes

he knew it wasn't true,
but he was all out of "i'm sorry's"
and two-hundred miles was too far for him

when you first told me that you loved me
you asked if i could ever think of you as more than a friend,
i was flooded with fear and memories of hurt,
and my first impulse was to tell you no

but then i remembered
i am a terrible liar

m.f.
 Sep 2013 poetrygod
Lauren
Time
 Sep 2013 poetrygod
Lauren
In spring of 2013
I stopped going to school
I left homework in my backpack and brought it back to school undone
I wore large frumpy shirts
And covered my legs whenever I wore shorts
Sometimes I had to leave class before the tears came
Other times I put my hair over my face and hoped no one would notice
My bed became my haven
Being alone my only solace
Now it's September of 2013*
And I go to school everyday
I do my homework in class and in the library
I wear whatever I want
I stay in class the whole period
And I am able to wear my hair up in high ponytails
But still
I find myself just as desolate and hopeless as I was 5 months ago
 Sep 2013 poetrygod
maybella snow
it's not
                            11:11
but will it          
work for me      
if i beg enough?
                   please
 Sep 2013 poetrygod
maybella snow
10 words


*i can see my scars
they're not covered in new cuts
the commander in chief
has a propensity
to use all kinds
of weaponry
his Nobel Peace Prize
is looking rather tainted
as he is a man
who so likes war pictures to be painted
he's stated he'll make a limited strike
on Syrian soil
but why would a so called man of peace
need to become embroiled
is he propping the Military Industrial Complex up
those poor arms traders who require billions
for their impoverished cups
he might yet be making a miscalculation
as to where his fires a missile
for it may be greeted
with not such a friendly smile
the Middle East is a place
where some moderation is sorely needed
there are others who have a divergent view
to the commander in chief
they may take it upon themselves
to act in a certain way
which shall lead to some
very grey days
an explosive situation
is on the horizon
and the ramifications
are too dire
to contemplate
may the commander in chief
not press to the brink
for it may mean
peace on the planet is bound to sink
he must take a level headed approach
to any military activity
as it will mean
that harmonic relations
are in a state of permanent injury
I wrote your name in the sand
knowing how the tide works
and knowing how temporary it would stay there,
and yet somehow
I was still crushed
under the waves,
that pulled you away from me.
day draws to an end
a half crescent sun lies o'er
the western sky line
sparkling gems adorn the night sky
studding the vast backdrop of black
glittering glints which do magnify
sparkling gems adorn the night sky
a dazzling splendor to ever beautify
sequined glories that verily eye smack
sparkling gems adorn the night sky
studding the vast backdrop of black
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