Submissions by LoveSlams

When I think of music I think of her lips. Like a speaker letting out beautiful notes and phrases of her own self doubts. And like a speaker she also shakes and rattles when put under an extreme amount of volume.
They expect her to able to make it to the end of the song just to start another one and another one like a teenager pissed off at his parents, using her constantly to get himself through it. But no one ever thinks about how a speaker feels.
People expect to come in everyday and with out even asking Blare music to help get over their problems. She is used and sometimes...

Hi. my name is Derick. And this is a poem about me.
I have many problems so like the terms and conditions on any apple product you could just skip to the end.
I have this weird fascination with working so hard on things that will only last a few moments like snowmen or a lego sculpture in room full of 6 year olds.
I guess thats also why I tend always fall in love with someone I know could never love me back.
I’m scared of my own voice so often times when I think of something funny I just keep my mouth shut because who knows what might actually come out.
I like to think of...

I sit here thinking that I can write good enough to touch the hearts and lives of people in need of a deep realization in themselves. But lets be honest, how do you expect me to rush in and flood your heart with feelings if I seem to be in a drought. The truth is, The only way that I could possibly open your mind to what I am feeling is to put myself out there like a sitting duck hoping that a hunter will see me but hopefully find it in his heart not to shoot. Of course the likely hood of that happening are the same odds of me actually being liked by the general population. one in a million....

if you look into her eyes you would see what it looks like when you cut down a tree. all of the mistreatment, abuse, and malnourishment can be seen as if it were a browsers history. But she put so much effort into hiding her rings that you just don’t say anything.

You want to make her happy. But its like decorating a messy house. There will be some cleaning up to do. she is putting ribbons and bows on piles of smelly garbage. because she doesn’t want to talk about it.  she masks the smell and makes it look presentable. But, in the back of your mind you know that it is there and...

When we first made eye contact I was scared because I thought that I would never look away. Like my eye were in a Chinese finger trap with her heart.

But then I looked again and I realized that my obsession had begun. It's like I had my first hit of a narcotic that I didn’t want to live without, minus all the side effects of actually being addicted to drugs.

In those few seconds it's like I could see exactly what I wanted in life and nothing else mattered. Its like someone decided to poison me with love potion and they did it by the barrel.

We met a second time and...