Submissions by Lylarose (Lyla)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poetry is my release.
A Hopeless Romantic Amongst a Hookup Culture
A comprehensive list on why boys like me:
1: my body
2: I give good head
3: see above reasons
1: my body
2: I give good head
3: see above reasons
#lust
482 reads
12 Comments
Porcelain
I just want to break something the way you broke me.
- shattered and alone
- shattered and alone
#heartbroken
476 reads
10 Comments
Places
Places you said you’d take me:
Door County
The Rose Garden
Your Home Town
France
Mexico
Greece
Book Stores
Coffee Shops
Seattle
Places you took me:
A Dark Place
A Low Point
Places you left me:
Alone
Door County
The Rose Garden
Your Home Town
France
Mexico
Greece
Book Stores
Coffee Shops
Seattle
Places you took me:
A Dark Place
A Low Point
Places you left me:
Alone
#breakup
419 reads
5 Comments
Last Kiss
When we kissed,
You knew it’d be for the last time.
When we kissed,
I was just happy to see you again.
You knew it’d be for the last time.
When we kissed,
I was just happy to see you again.
#breakup
336 reads
3 Comments
Falling
When the leaves fell,
We did too.
When it got cold,
Our love did too.
We did too.
When it got cold,
Our love did too.
#heartbroken
#breakup
348 reads
3 Comments
We Are
Our love is:
The changing of seasons
Dancing in candlelight
Soft touches
Hungry kisses
Letters in the mail
Ethnic food in bed
Paragraphs of text
Tight hugs
Longing looks
Growing
And growing
And growing
The changing of seasons
Dancing in candlelight
Soft touches
Hungry kisses
Letters in the mail
Ethnic food in bed
Paragraphs of text
Tight hugs
Longing looks
Growing
And growing
And growing
#love
#boyfriend
#FallingInLove
488 reads
6 Comments
New Love
He touches you like you have life’s answers tattooed on your skin in Braille.
He kisses you like the last supply of oxygen lives in your lungs.
He kisses you like the last supply of oxygen lives in your lungs.
#love
557 reads
6 Comments
Body
My worth is skin deep.
You only love what you can see.
So I put on a bikini,
Because when I do, I know you’ll tell me that you “miss me.”
My value is in diet pills,
And drunk sex,
And vodka spills on my tied up tee shirt.
Letting you use me even though I know I’m the one who will get hurt.
I am more than a body,
But that’s not why you like me.
Close my mouth and spread my legs,
Just for you to leave me on read.
You only love what you can see.
So I put on a bikini,
Because when I do, I know you’ll tell me that you “miss me.”
My value is in diet pills,
And drunk sex,
And vodka spills on my tied up tee shirt.
Letting you use me even though I know I’m the one who will get hurt.
I am more than a body,
But that’s not why you like me.
Close my mouth and spread my legs,
Just for you to leave me on read.
#love
#heartbroken
539 reads
10 Comments
Road Construction
Depression froze into the cracks of my foundation and expanded,
But unlike road construction,
No one was there to patch me up in the spring.
But unlike road construction,
No one was there to patch me up in the spring.
#depression
496 reads
7 Comments
Gone too Soon
It all started in summer.
I beheld you, so pure, so full of life and color.
We skipped to recess hand in hand.
Jumped off swings.
Climbed up trees,
And built castles in the sand.
You told me you felt fall coming.
Not seeing the wear on your sneakers,
Or what you were outrunning,
I told you I was excited for the changing of leaves.
I wish I could tell you how pretty the snow was in winter,
Or how my world went cold without you.
All I have left of you is the knowledge of what I should do with another birthday...
I beheld you, so pure, so full of life and color.
We skipped to recess hand in hand.
Jumped off swings.
Climbed up trees,
And built castles in the sand.
You told me you felt fall coming.
Not seeing the wear on your sneakers,
Or what you were outrunning,
I told you I was excited for the changing of leaves.
I wish I could tell you how pretty the snow was in winter,
Or how my world went cold without you.
All I have left of you is the knowledge of what I should do with another birthday...
#death
#crush
#cancer
468 reads
4 Comments
Trust
They say that trust is a two way street,
That conjoining road is a place I yearn meet.
But you don't trust me and I don’t trust you,
So, meeting on that street would be a hard thing to do.
That conjoining road is a place I yearn meet.
But you don't trust me and I don’t trust you,
So, meeting on that street would be a hard thing to do.
#anxiety
#secrets
#lies #betrayal
#lies #betrayal
532 reads
3 Comments
lonely
Losing you is slipping into an old sweater.
It’s comfortable.
It’s familiar,
But it’s not quite enough to weather the icy grip that comes with it.
Because, you see, loneliness has been my oldest friend.
And no matter how many times I ignore her messages
she always shows up for me.
It’s comfortable.
It’s familiar,
But it’s not quite enough to weather the icy grip that comes with it.
Because, you see, loneliness has been my oldest friend.
And no matter how many times I ignore her messages
she always shows up for me.
#friendship
549 reads
3 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by Lylarose (Lyla)