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"Dad"
I am silly I am stupid What the hell was I thinking, thinking he just wanted a father daughter bond. When I think of what happened my whole body shakes, my cheeks go from hot to cold, my head starts to spin and I can feel the tears ready to come out.
By Angel Williamson8 years ago in Poets
Loving Yourself
What is it called when you Are inspired by another, And their words are pure Poetry gifting your ears? Do not tell me it is love
By Heather Culbertson8 years ago in Poets
Indefinitely
What is the issue? The issue is I haven’t forgiven myself for allowing love to tear me down. I thought I was helping, I was beneficial to you and forgot about being beneficial to myself. I picked u up every time u fell; I gave what was left of me when I really had nothing to give; I loved unconditionally. But all I felt was continuous hurt.
By Kueen Stayrich8 years ago in Poets
5 Senses of Memories
As i plop down on the cushion seat that welcomes my butt in the passenger side of my mom's car as the vibration of the engine starts up moving the four wheel vehicle onto our destination window rolled down embracing the air that slaps my face blowing my hair in a mess my hand weaving in a out of the warm air like a wave as the wind pushes my arm back the smell of wood burning of a near by farm engulfs my scents from the smell i'm brought back with the memories of family sitting around the campfire sharing laughs and stories. I close the tall cold black wooden door that separates me from reality behind me breathing in the fresh air i pop in the small white ear buds that floods soothing sounds into my ears as i start my morning walk music on shuffle a song all to familiar plays from the sound i'm brought back to the memories of my silly fashion phase in middle school. Sweat dripping off my skin as if i just emerged from water sprawled out on my bed the want of some type of breeze as the fan is close by the taste of screwball cherry tingles on my taste buds from the taste i'm brought back with memories of hot summer days as a kid as the jingle of the ice cream man dances through my ears tasting the savory cherry. Rainy dark days nothing more to do but tidy up the house adventuring around the the rooms cleaning out the drawers i reach into the dark pit of the bottom a red shiny square slips into my hand as my finger flips the top and a light shines and lights up my face colorful letters of 'game boy' fills the screen from the sight i'm brought back to the memories of racing my friends on mario kart and drawing cheeky pictures in pixel chart as a innocent kid. Babysitting the neighbor's kids as they scream in joy running around with energy on full room filled with multi colors of different toys litter the floor as i reach down picking up a black and white cat whose fur tickles under my fingertips a smile is brought to my face from the touch i'm brought back to the memories of the toy i begged my father that was showcased on the monotone colored shelf my eyes shined in awe as i just had to have it.
By A M8 years ago in Poets
60 Yr Old Crack Addict Uncle
Functional guy. Means well. Crack... is like waking up with ☕. As he puts it. Until... You inherit 22k and go on a 11 day bender. Buy a new truck, no license. no insurance. Canada plates?!
By Max Julez8 years ago in Poets
The Little Mother Teresas
Pustules cover their Hands. Long strands of gray Hair look like spider Webs encircling Their heads. They gasp for Panacea to
By Skyler Saunders8 years ago in Poets
Blood, Sweat & Mirrors
Poem 1: واضح احساس (CLEAR FEELINGS) I try to make balance All you want is the distance Name my existence So I find you with him
By Kyle Hackley8 years ago in Poets
Poem 7
~The infection in her heart made it hard for her to hurt anymore, as it felt like a plague. ~So many had taken her purity and just left her to suffer her inner monsters alone.
By Gentherly Coronado8 years ago in Poets
Home
I get sick at the thought of you and her together. It makes me shake and sweat like I have the flu and I can't get better.
By Arielle Lakey8 years ago in Poets
John
there’s a piece of me living in that empty apartment wondering if the floor still smells like attic must and the water scalds the silken skin
By Ember Haley8 years ago in Poets
Poem 6
I love you. You have saved me from myself. High school might’ve been horrible for me because of all the harassment and bullying.
By Gentherly Coronado8 years ago in Poets
Seasons
My love for you is like seasons. I could write you a love letter every day with a million more reasons. My love for you is like the summer. The gentle warm breeze reminds me of how your kisses bring me to my knees. The rushing water of the ocean on a bright summer day reminds me of your passion, intensity, and dedication. Loving you is an addiction and I'm refusing all medication. Summer nights with you sitting on Main Street; carefree. But that's when it was just you and me. Being in love with you was surely intoxicating, and I'm still here waiting. Waiting to see if we were really meant to be. Waiting to see if you still love me.
By Caitlin Parsons8 years ago in Poets