Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
It is 9:23 AM and I'm not doing my homework.
Instead I'm writing poetry, wearing your sweatshirt.
You just washed it, so it shouldn't smell like you but it does.
It doesn't smell like dryer sheets, it smells like mint. It smells vaguely earthy, like tea and coffee and nutmeg and all the other smells that I've come to associate with you.

It is 9:04 AM and two teachers come walking through the door. You hold out your hand, and I take it. I could kiss you, but instead we are cuddling with my head on your shoulder and your head on my head and our right hands clasped in a grip of love and your left hand in my hair and your lips against my head whispering 'i love you, grace' and I whisper it back, my lips barely moving because it doesn't take much effort to love you, so why should it take effort to tell you? Our hearts beat as one and we breathe together and it's so much more intimate than anything I've ever experienced. I gave up my purity years ago, and it wasn't even close to the intimacy of sitting here with you.

It is 8:50 AM and you tell me to lean on your shoulder. At first you're tense and unsure, but then you let yourself relax into me.

It is 8:45 and I walk towards you in the hallway. You turn me right around and whisper that we should go to the couch in the corner, where no one will find us.

It is 9:30 and I'm still wearing your sweatshirt and I could've gotten things done but I'm so lovestruck that all I can do is write run-on sentences that refuse to turn into prose.

It is 9:31 and I'm really bad at endings, so let's just never say goodbye.
I'd really like feedback on this.
 Feb 2014 Vanessa Gonzalez
R
It didn't feel wrong.
Touching you felt like
touching God.
I didn't know something could be so
beautiful and delicate yet
so strong and fierce.
The second I realized this,
I should've stopped
but I couldn't.
Your eyes were closed, you fingers were
rubbing my knee
and I could just tell that
you loved every bit of what was happening.
When I found the spot you loved so much
I needed to keep going.
You would've let me,
but it was the wrong place for
something so beautiful to happen.

Who knew that someone could make me
lose all sense of right and wrong?

All I want is to give you what you deserve and so much more.
Is that something you want?
Finger tip’s gripping tightly
but ever so lightly
Cut and scraped still holding as
pieces of the orange rock cliff
crash down below bit by bit

Echos of the crumbles, foreshadowing fate
hitting rock bottom, shattering
is it too late?
Drops of ruby red creep out
from the torn skin even through the calluses of life

So many times I’ve found myself
at the edge of  this very same cliff with no imagined way out
No thoughts on a trick to get out of the thick
Desperate to be saved as if it was the only way
Crying and asking why must I be left basking in this place

The cliff of heartbreak
The cliff of distrust
The cliff of fear
The cliff of misconception
The cliff of my minds illusions

Still hanging on for dear life, something changes inside
A sudden 180 of my thoughts, reality flipped upside down
My passion for this life suddenly kicks in high gear and
becomes greater than my fear of falling
with overcoming the fear my biceps begin to bulge

All of the sudden I dig down deep inside
inside myself to find a hidden strength
Straight from the heavens
muscle fibers that were there the whole time
All the suffering and poor pitiful me in vain
As I lift my own self up from the edge with inner strength I thought was dead




Battered by the almost fall
Feeling weak and dehydrated
From the canyon’s heat
My heart beats strong and always did
I just wasn’t listening and trusting in myself

Hanging on by the edge and feeling dead
So close to hitting rock bottom
Forced me to look inside for answers
The answer we can all learn from
We are stronger than we know
But we will never know until we are tested.
Twenty billion stars and not one shines
brighter than your eyes

We are so high on these smoke clouds
that no one could pull us from these skies

We slow dance past the sun
till we are soaked in sweat

Ascend towards the heavens from a life
with no regrets

Your fingers tangle in my hair
that flows like liquid onyx
Your lips hug my mouth
when you lay a kiss upon it

Our love is the envy of many
alone on this day

We cherish our bonded hearts
that shall never stray
Last night,
sleep sent me
to the nostalgia party.
And you were there,
although you don't belong
just to hold my face,
and tell me I'm not alone.
sorry so sorry
that you've lied to me
and tell a girl
you'd want to be with her
if it wasn't for me

sorry so sorry
for my crumbled heart
for ripping my world apart

sorry so sorry
its not like I needed you
to act as my glue
that mends my wounds

sorry so sorry
for asking you to bring some light
so my thoughts wont take flight
into a world of misery
Where the monsters can get me

— The End —