Poem Session #2
Intro: Sorry for the delay… Even though I doubt anyone reads these.. Been busy with my boring ass life.. Well without further ado.. I give you two more of my poems..
Untitled #2
My flaw is not fear of love. My flaw is fear of hurt. My heart is like a fallen dove. Searching for love behind the mask of a flirt. But this love is never permanent. And it gets shorter every time. The few girls I fall in love with aren’t just into it. But I shrug it off and pretend it’s just fine. I run from the past but it catches up to me every time. It hits me harder and harder knocking the wind from me. I’m so tired of being treated like slime. Why don’t you just turn towards the door and leave? My love isn’t something you can buy for a dime. My love isn’t a game you just jump in and play. I can do so much better than some trash like you. So I’m done with you like night is done with day. You look at me like you want something to do. I got something for you.. Here’s ten bucks call a cab. Untitled #3 Just because I’m a guy doesn’t make me a jerk. Couldn’t I get a chance before you say that it won’t work? If you just gave me a shot I could prove so much to you. I believe if you let me, I could show you what I can do. I may not be the best looking or smartest guy you’ll ever meet. But given time, I can try to sweep you off your feet. I promise to catch you if you fall. If you promise to give this your all. I want something more then a one night stand. Just like the Beatles, I just wanna hold your hand. I want to take this relationship slow. To give this love time to grow. I want to spend time with you when the sun’s shining. Not at night when our relationship is about lying. Let’s take this to the next level. Where, in your beauty, I can revel.
Poetry Session #1
Intro: I write my own poems inspired by my life and those in it. I will post two or three poems in each session. I will post a session each week, if I am not to busy. I am accepting criticism on the poems, also I will take suggestions for the title of the poems. Without further ado, and rambling, I will present the first two.
Untitled: By Will Moore
He sits here idly turning the blade in his hands. He thinks about the last time he saw her, his last chance and their last dance. He slides the blade down his wrists, Biting into the hopes that cease to exist. They stare at the scars on his arms. Monster, they call him, little do they know they are the reason he self-harms. They are the reason his blood flows. Staining the carpet with his love. He cries for his lost, his fallen dove. His wrists throb with a familiar pain. Bracelets cover the scars that spell her name. His dad comes home drunk again, he calls his name to save his mom from enduring the pain. His mom triumphs over the dragon, slain. He realizes that things never have to be the same. He knows now that even though that our hopes are slim. And things feel like they will be forever grim. There is always a chance things will change again. Cut Along The Dotted Line: By Will Moore Cut along the dotted line They say that you will be just fine You can’t make it on your own Even if you decide to leave home That’s not where the problems are That create the scars upon your arms We can fix our problems together Things will get worse before they get better After things are all said and done We can be together like Zi and Pon Even though you’re all alone and sad From your world, I’ll remove all the bad Just take my hand and stand by my side As long as you’re with me, you no longer have to hide
About me
I am an 18 year old male who writes poetry, chain smokes, and likes his coffee with cream and sugar.
