A true fan of music can name more then three singers of different genres they listen too. Not every love song there has been sung, and not every song praising God means the Christian one. Will you hear "The Voice" or will you "Fall into the Black?" Can you Believe in "Cosmic Love" or is it just to much for your "Apathetic Way To Be?" I say we "All Stand Together" even when there is a "Total Eclipse of the Heart." So I gotta ask, "Mary did you know," that someone would shout "Give me Your eyes?" Maybe "Love is a sweet thing," or maybe some would say love is "Going Under." Will you sit by me in my "Fast car," or will you just "Stand up now?" Th
can you tell me, dearest? by Meggie272, literature
Literature
can you tell me, dearest?
can you tell me, friend
why my hand reaches for yours?
at the most inappropriate of moments, i might mention
can you tell me why you make me hurt inside?
i actually think you might have taken up residence there
pressing up against my ribcage,
travelling through my veins
and plucking at my heartstrings
(it's a sad melody, but a little bit cheeky;
then again, you do like to tease me)
can you tell me why i'm scared of you?
even though you're the goddamn sweetest thing?
i think i'm scared of your smile
and maybe your eyes too
they're poems that i just can't grasp
because darling, there's no words for you.
can you tell me why we m
don't fall in love with a poet by Meggie272, literature
Literature
don't fall in love with a poet
Hello, all you gentlefellows and ladies;
I have a piece of advice for you.
Nothing harsh, nothing meant to hurt.
But here it is:
Don't fall in love with a poet.
Oh!
I'm not saying it won't be brilliant.
Because it most likely will be.
(While it's happening.)
It will be lovely, to fall into the iambic pentameter
of her heartbeat.
And you will adore the collision
of her mouth, and the obscure verse it whispers
against your skin.
She will love you;
or not love you
in whatever way suits her at that present time.
It might be like fireworks.
Or it might be like gentle moving honey.
Either way, it will end.
With a
Tighten the high collar of your wedding dress
try not to think of it as a noose.
Restrained, restrained, quiet,
bursting at the seams of a thin, defenseless little figure.
Your hair is arranged in perfect
little curling ringlets of sandpaper blonde.
Smile now, dear, who wants to look like a corpse on their wedding day?
Hands run over the slight curve of waist and hips
you've always been your own until now.
hmm
maybe
dark night thoughts slide insidiously
and...
Slick on the lipstick
red like blood and not appropriate
for pure virginal wedding white
but when has he ever treated you like something pure?
If he's going to t
A Collection Of Emotions. by Meggie272, literature
Literature
A Collection Of Emotions.
Horror: Spiders crawling up and down the spine, burrowing into the spinal cord.
Depression: Something weighing down the limbs and numbing the brain. This something is unidentified as yet. Guilt and other assorted secondary emotions swirling in a thick mixture, sometimes located in the gut.
Love: Clinical insanity. Symptoms can include the disproportionate swelling of the heart, and a surprisingly pleasant sensation of nausea.
Heartbreak: Glass that has shattered inside the chest. A single memory, sight, reflection or comment may cause these shatters of glass to shift and aggravate already present wounds.
Shame: Hatred of one's self, loc
Here I wait
Alone on the bench
People pass by
Not even a backwards look
Waiting..waiting
Looking around
A wide open space
I see him
Waiting..waiting
He does, he see me
No, wait don't leave
I can explain
Waiting..waiting
Here i wait
Alone on the bench
People passing
Without a backward look
Waiting..waiting...again
Look at the girl who's happy; who's laughing
Look at the girl who's never snapping
Look at the girl who's strong; who's proud
Look at the girl who's always so loud...
Now look at her when she's out of the crowd.
Look at the girl who's sad; who's weak
Look at the girl who's always so meek
Look at the girl who's broken; who's dead
Look at the girl whose arms have bled...
Now look at her and what do you see?
A girl whose mask is worthy of reverie?
A girl who's broken, sad and alone?
The girl who never wants to leave her home?
You look at the girl and tell me who you see
A girl who's confident; courageous or a girl like me?
She stays on the Internet until
Her dad comes yelling at her to get off the damn thing
And go downstairs.
But going downstairs implies going to bed and
Going to bed means falling asleep,
And she's never really done that well.
She can't.
Fall asleep, I mean.
She lies in bed and plays games
Like counting backwards from one hundred
And counting Sheep, but the Sheep always turn into
Failed Test, Failed Friend,
Failed Life.
But the worst is the ransom game she plays,
Where she's been kidnapped and her parents don't pay the ransom.
But some nights they do, and then decide she's not worth it
And try to get a refund.
She keeps tryin