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I need to cool off my flame cause it might burn some people and I don't need to be a firestarter
ZainaMusic Mar 2016
Not Again
I will let you
you in
Not Again
I will look you
in those deceiving
eyes
You will
not get to me
I cut that line
a long time ago...

By: ZainaMusic
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
You'll be going off the deep end  soon
I can see it in your motion
It's as sure as the influence of the moon
As it pulls and tuggs on the ocean

That look in your eyes
Has me so worried
I can see past your disguise
But your keeping the lines blurry

I wish I could stop the cycle
I wish I could stop your spin
But it's almost primal
The situation you're in

Don't put up your facade
From me you have nothing to hide
I know how far up that mountain you've clawed
I know the tears you've cried

I can hear your silent scream
It echoes in my head
I know what it means
The darkness wants fed

I wish I could stop the cycle
I wish I could stop your spin
But it's almost primal
The situation you're in

Just remember in your dark abyss
I'll be right by your side
My love please don't dismiss
In me you can always confide

I'll be that shoulder you can lean on
That hand to grasp
Together we will see the dawn
As onto each other we clasp

I wish I could stop the cycle
I wish I could stop your spin
But it's almost primal
The situation you're in
Maple Mathers Feb 2016
You are                                                              ­             
My ellipsis dots,                                           
                  trailing away, unspoken                     
. . .
                                                  You'll always belong
                                                                              on my horizon.
“I like your face better than you like my face.”

All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016
***Minus this one, sort of, as it was adapted but an old sinistra poem - the original work by my sister, Whitney Ingrid Will ©, 2007/2008.
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Brent Kincaid Feb 2016
If I asked you politely
Would you quietly *******?
The crap you keep saying
Is like a tubercular cough.
If lies were visible to us
You’d look like a gas cloud.
You don’t just think like a fool
You say it all out loud.

Take a ride on the Reading
Do not pass go.
Go directly to jail, ****.
For a decade or so.
You don’t have any credit
With me, that is for sure.
If you are a disease I bet
Science hasn’t found a cure.

It’s almost like nobody has
Ever taught you about things
Like transparent lying, and
Disgusting racist mutterings.
The only thing that stinks more
Than you is your philosophy.
It’s just psychotic ramblings
And not much else to me.

You’ve lost all your possessions
From decisions you have made.
Now your half interest in hell is
A thousand degrees in the shade.
When you talk, nobody listens
Because they know you will lie.
We hide when we see you coming
And come out after you pass by.

Take a ride on the Reading
Do not pass go.
Go directly to jail, ****.
For a decade or so.
You don’t have any credit
With me, that is for sure.
If you are a disease I bet
Science hasn’t found a cure.
Brent Kincaid Jan 2016
I usually accept things
The way that I find them.
I get some bad hands
But I really don’t mind them.
You loved me yesterday
Bored with me today.
Sometimes I wish we could
Do this affair another way.

Up and down, then in and out;
That’s what you and I are all about.
Here today, gone this afternoon;
That’s the name of your crazy tune.

Love me or hate me
Choose what you want.
This flippy-flooppy love
Is just a wasteful taunt.
I think I must be using
The incorrect terminology.
Love doesn’t fit with
Your current methodology.

Up and down, then in and out;
That’s what you and I are all about.
Here today, gone this afternoon;
That’s the name of your crazy tune.

I think it is me who has
Mistaken lust for affection.
It might be time for me
To go another direction.
I will miss some of your
Intimate bedroom frolic,
But this kind of relationship
Seems very much alcoholic.

Up and down, then in and out;
That’s what you and I are all about.
Here today, gone this afternoon;
That’s the name of your crazy tune.
Ava Bean Nov 2015
I ripped you off like a band aid.
Out of my life
Gone for good
But not until I knew I wouldn't need you anymore.
You took parts of me with you
Like how a bandage takes off some skin
Maybe a little hair.
I have healed.
And now, you've pushed me
Knowing I'll trip
Fall
Cut and bleed
Cry.
You pushed me knowing that you'd be able to patch me up with band aids.
And I know that I'll have to rip them off
One by one
All by myself.
Raquel Butler Oct 2015
And I can't figure out
why you're still on my mind
after all this time.
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