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Xan Abyss Nov 2014
I just wanted to tell you
I just wanted to say
That I miss you like hell
and happy veteran's day
I hope you sleep well
And that you're in a good place
I just wanted to tell you
but you're so far away
A short poem about my #1 veteran.
Srishty Mittal Nov 2014
Wistful eyes.
Words yet  left unsaid.
Ink splatters.
Incomplete poems.
!0W
#love #incessant #wishful  #wistful
PrttyBrd Oct 2014
The only time i like you sleeping is when you're by my side
Arms draped over me and breath steady and low
Keeping time with my own
Peaceful slumber in synchronized exhales and unified heartbeats.
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The very idea of distance sometimes breaks a heart...sometimes
Girl Anachronism Oct 2014
From dark we come, to dark we go,
In dark we often stay;
In dark we think, in dark we know
As night is born from day.

In dark, in dark I sleep and wake
And though it runs me through,
This darkness cannot overtake
The light I see in you.
Girl Anachronism Oct 2014
You stood out front at dusk
Flung your arms when you saw me
Waved through January's bite
And you called to me
     Tongue slipping over syllables
          Yoga-nimble
          Easy
          Right on the first try
          Like you'd said it before, a thousand times
          (Not an easy thing with my name!)
     Your stretched crescent-mouth
     Deepened the cartography around your eyes--

That was when I knew I loved you.
Q Sep 2014
I would put my hand into your chest
And rip your heart out, watch it beat
Because there must be something about it
That makes you so impossibly unique.

I wish I could keep you up until early morning
I wish I could talk until you forgot about sleep
Because that's when the deepest, darkest conversation
Is finally, finally let free.

I want to amaze you until you can't think
Of a single snarky phrase
And keep on amazing you
For years, and centuries, and days.

I want to let you break me
In all the ways I want to shatter you
And when we're both blood and dust
We'll grab the duct tape and glue.

I want to know you like no one has
Until I know every word you'll ever say
Until your mind and my mind
Become our mind in the best of ways.

I want to spend years memorizing
The way you say my name
Because, as much as I hate it,
The way you say it isn't the same.

I want to memorize your genome
I want to know all of what made you exist
Because when I can't sleep
I'll recite the entire list.

I want to sit with you in silence
Without a hint of uncomfortableness
Because there are words in every breath
That passes through your nose or lips.

I want to describe you in detail
Until a stranger could find you in a crowd
Because I'll never experience a pride
Quite like knowing you brings about.

I want to see your smile
And hear your laughter until I die
Because, come good or bad with us,
You'll still be what gets me by.

I want to frown at you
And cry and scream and shout
Because I'll never quit this fake smile
Until you shut it down.

I want to argue with you
Over the opinions you don't accept
Because I didn't know all your thoughts before
And I don't know them all yet.

I want to show someone
That this is what I feel
Because, when it's too dark to see outside,
I can't help but believe it isn't real.
At this point, I should probably just make a collection of the poems I've written about him, because this couldn't possibly get more pathetic.
I hate the smell of pine,
wistful hours,
spent alone
Shruti Atri Aug 2014
To be beautiful
Is to be almost dead,
Is it not?

Your voice is never heard,
'Cause your face talks too loud...


I hate who they think I am,
And as a result, I hate them.
That's why I don't like a lot of people--
*You see, it's their fault!
Inspired by Penny Dreadful. A dialogue read...'To be beautiful is to be almost dead, isn't it? The lassitude of the perfect woman, the languid ease. The obeisance. Spirit trained, anemic, pale as ivory and weak as a kitten.'
This had me thinking...
You make me feel wistful
With your tight bellies, limpid eyes and endless manes of hair,
You make me feel afraid.

Dainty Angels,
I can't...Quite...Remember...

You make me feel jealous
With your waiflike allure, sad vulnerability, delicate beauty,
You make me feel inadequate.

Fairy Foundlings,
I won't...ever...be....

You make me feel ancient
Outside, dated and decrepit.
How do you feel? What do you need?
Why are you all so sad?

My dreams are your nightmares.
I tasted raindrops once, too
I almost have it, almost understand.
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