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 Aug 2013 poetrygod
Carsyn Smith
You were in my dream last night
of course you were
because my dreams are the only place where you're mine.
A smile and a touch is all it takes,
and I'm head over heals in love again.
A playful shove and laugh,
and we're alone in the world, and I'm not scared.
A pair of fluttering eyelids and a harsh alarm
and I'm back to reality
back to war
back to winter
back to a world without *I'm sorry.
 Aug 2013 poetrygod
Carsyn Smith
I may not be alone,
but the people around me walk with plugged ears.
What good is a mouth if not for speaking?
I may not be alone,
but God is the only one that will listen.
What good is family if they refuse to listen?
I may not be alone,
but I am the only one who sees me.
What good is a mirror if all it does is make me dread?
I may not be alone,
but I will go unloved.
What good is a lover if he's just a dream?
I may not be alone,
but I might as well be.
 Aug 2013 poetrygod
maybella snow
neither yes
nor no        
a hope              
it could be either
or nothing.
maybe,        
maybe
this word
only means
something              
to my
hopeless mind
maybe i'll be okay
maybe i'll finally give in
maybe you love me
enough to comment
a "maybe yes"
...maybe not
in response to Kestrel, Poetic Challenge
 Aug 2013 poetrygod
maybella snow
i love standing in the wind                        
letting the velocity of the storm                                
make me feel weak in a different way                                          
weak as in                                                                
not mentally
or physically
just that i know                              
it's bigger than me                              
and yet                
nor the rain
thunder
lightning
wind
make me feel scared                                                  
i like to enjoy the power                                            
it's not mine                                            
but i'm in the presence                                              
of a great power                                                          
that can create destruction
destroy lives                        
ruin everything                  
one day                                                                                              
i just want to                                                                                              
lay in a field                                                                                              
back down in                                                                                              
the grass                                                                                              
with rain pounding                                                                                              
down, lighting                                                                                              
breaking the sky                                                                                              
thunder blasting                                                                                              
wind howling                                                                                              
and simply                                                                          
feel like nothing                                                                  
to the wold,                                                                          
because i'm                                                                          
tiny                                                                                        
compared to it                                                                    
                                                                  
i want to die
in the presence
of a power
bigger than
anyone
can handle

—a storm—
nothing to do with religion in my opinion, i didn't write it about that. but if that's the way you intemperate it, okay
 Aug 2013 poetrygod
maybella snow
20 words


*i sleep; i dream of being held safe by you.
i wake; always alone and craving your warmth and safety.
 Aug 2013 poetrygod
maybella snow
for being weak and needy
for needing you to hold me
for running because i'm scared
for never saying anything right
for always pestering you
for not trying hard enough
for not being good enough
for not believing your complements
for feeling down most of the time
for being effected by your moods
for letting your moods effect me
for not being impressive enough
for not being old or matured enough
for apologizing so many times
for writing a bad excuses for a poem
for living

forgive me
for living
please
                                       i don't want to live
                                           but i'm not dead
                                                     forgive me
for not dying
when i tried to
 Aug 2013 poetrygod
maybella snow
here: living with you          
here: living at all                  
here: in this body                 
here: in this head                  
here:                                       
alive
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