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At the End of the Road
I was there, lying at the end of the road, looking for the exit sign, thinking about how to survive one more day, to dream one more night, to smoke a cigarette and write a reflection, to do instead of trying, to wake up instead of following a routine, to unfold what’s hidden, to steal a kiss from your lips, to be what we want to be, to have endless nights with conversations based on cigarettes, alcohol, and entertainment.
By Juan Manuel8 years ago in Poets
Watching You Poem
I been watching you for a while i can see the way that you smile it is breathtaking it is amazing the way you work out so much the way you handle things that throw at you the way that move is way too cute the way that you laugh at your friends that way that you are perfect the way i see you it made my heart skip a beat the way you say my name made me all butterfly for you the reason i am watching you from afar waiting to see that perfect smile that you can give me.
By Nicole Rodriguez8 years ago in Poets
Never Ending
The dusk sky is as grey as a Timber wolves gentle coat I can smell the clouds as they hold the rain inside as I keep on walking I get this knot in my throat the rain starts to pour but the cold droplets is what I abide not caring as each drop thumps against my smooth skin I keep on walking down this railroad of never ending will my thoughts let me lose or let me win they are tricking me ever so condescending the rain finally halts but the railroad keeps going on my feet burn from the pain of walking I walk as if I'm a recently birthed fawn in the distance beside the tracks I hear some talking I soon realize that reality is just an illusion this railroad this sky never was real looking at all the white I came to this conclusion brown belts on my wrists, white coats but shoes of teal jolts running through my mind through my thoughts body bending back breaking this is the story that is never ending
By Bethany Taylor8 years ago in Poets
I Wish You Knew Me
I was looking through this phone and it seems every button I press leads to you. or us. when we were an "us." now we aren't even a "we." but that's not the point now. that's another chapter for another day. I saw a photo of you. it was the cutest thing. You where smiling like nothing was wrong in the world, with your tongue out. You seemed so happy. I saw another of us. we here kissing. our faces seemed made for each other. in that moment, and every moment we kissed, our lips fit perfectly. our faces sculpted so we would always fit. a perfect sculpture I must say. what a beautiful thing to create, then destroy. My hand was lain so elegantly on your chest. other pictures where just us being happy, taking meme pictures. our faces twisted into funny little expressions. others where just pictures you had taken, making cute faces. especially the one where you'd squish your lips together into an adorable smile, and you'd scrunch your nose, with a little flower crown testing atop your perfectly messy hair. there where some of just our hands intertwined. some where if you pressing those soft ass lips onto my cheek. I had to try to contain my blush. many where of us at carowinds. in the car cuddling, standing randomly in the middle of a walkway, in line to the fury. I loved the memories from carowinds. so many photographs hold a memory forever in time. memories I know you miss. I hope you still have our pictures on your phone. I hope you still look back at them. I hope it makes you cry. I hope you miss me. I pray to a god I don't even believe in, that you miss me. our frozen memories will always stay, I'll never delete them. I promise.
By Castiel Burriss8 years ago in Poets
