Submissions by RubyMayBe
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Ruby MayBe, An amateur spoken word poet just starting out. Points of interests include sexuality, love and relationships.
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Jul 2015 00:29am
24th Jul 2015 00:29am
The Inevitable Equation
Please don't let me go
Don't let me go
Let me go
Me
Please don't leave me
Don't leave me
Leave me
Me
Please don't love me
Don't love me
Love me
Me
I don't love you
Don't love you
Love you
You
I don't miss you
Don't miss you
Miss you
You
This equation is a soap opera,
Every endings the same.
Call it fate,
Call it love,
Or just call it a game.
Perhaps it's a lie,
Perhaps every word is true.
But your answer is me
And my answer is you.
Don't let me go
Let me go
Me
Please don't leave me
Don't leave me
Leave me
Me
Please don't love me
Don't love me
Love me
Me
I don't love you
Don't love you
Love you
You
I don't miss you
Don't miss you
Miss you
You
This equation is a soap opera,
Every endings the same.
Call it fate,
Call it love,
Or just call it a game.
Perhaps it's a lie,
Perhaps every word is true.
But your answer is me
And my answer is you.
558 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2015 5:52pm
23rd Jul 2015 5:52pm
L O V E
Love starts with just a thought.
Your mind lingers, it hesitates, it falters.
It chokes back a doubt or two. It shakes a little. It sweats when it's nervous.
Your heart screams yes but there is doubt in its cries.
It screams yes despite how it's still piecing itself back together again.
It's hoping that this time will be different even though your mind has already reached the logical conclusion that it won't.
Your heart is at world war 7 with itself, with a few broken bones and still recovering from shell shock.
No amount of warnings, no amount of "wait a...
Your mind lingers, it hesitates, it falters.
It chokes back a doubt or two. It shakes a little. It sweats when it's nervous.
Your heart screams yes but there is doubt in its cries.
It screams yes despite how it's still piecing itself back together again.
It's hoping that this time will be different even though your mind has already reached the logical conclusion that it won't.
Your heart is at world war 7 with itself, with a few broken bones and still recovering from shell shock.
No amount of warnings, no amount of "wait a...
822 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2015 1:52am
23rd Jul 2015 1:52am
Oh Marie
And the most wondrous thing is, I suppose, that I realised at that moment,
That insignificant but oh so significant moment,
That she was no longer my free-flowing river freezing over in winter,
She was no longer the steady ceaselessly pouring rain on my candy floss blush,
No more was she the hot springs I bathe my sins within...
No.
I realised, suddenly and astonishingly,
that she was my entire fucking ocean.
I mean, she's the waves that tentatively lick at my bare feet,
And my god she's the tide that pulls me and pushes me,
I tell you she's...
That insignificant but oh so significant moment,
That she was no longer my free-flowing river freezing over in winter,
She was no longer the steady ceaselessly pouring rain on my candy floss blush,
No more was she the hot springs I bathe my sins within...
No.
I realised, suddenly and astonishingly,
that she was my entire fucking ocean.
I mean, she's the waves that tentatively lick at my bare feet,
And my god she's the tide that pulls me and pushes me,
I tell you she's...
600 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2015 1:17am
23rd Jul 2015 1:17am
My Battered Umbrella Heart
My Battered Umbrella Heart
Oh no darling don't worry about leaving the light on for me,
because when I stumble back half cut at 20 past 3,
And I'll have had a few too many vodkas inside me,
my clothes will be all tangled up in the roots of your money tree.
Shit. I forgot. i left my love on your backseat where you sit with me.
Along with my respect, my hope and my dignity.
You can keep the DVDs, the CDs, the "need me then leave me"s,
I'm keeping your sweater,
Cos the days got worse and the nights ain't getting much better.
...
Oh no darling don't worry about leaving the light on for me,
because when I stumble back half cut at 20 past 3,
And I'll have had a few too many vodkas inside me,
my clothes will be all tangled up in the roots of your money tree.
Shit. I forgot. i left my love on your backseat where you sit with me.
Along with my respect, my hope and my dignity.
You can keep the DVDs, the CDs, the "need me then leave me"s,
I'm keeping your sweater,
Cos the days got worse and the nights ain't getting much better.
...
686 reads
4 Comments
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