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Joana Jun 2016
Let the dust settle
Let time pass to feel at ease
For now the thought
Takes me back to the moment
I  feel my head spinning
Like carousels at the fun fair

I need to breathe
I need space

I'm a bubble about to burst
To give in to fatigue
Ears covered so I do not listen to myself
I have so much on my mind
I don't have mind  for so much
Joana May 2016
After all this time I’m writing to you again
After everything that we had
After everything we created
Everything that we dreamt
Everything that we could ever be
Here I am writing to you

Wondering what thoughts will cross your mind
When you hold this in your hands
How will you react
Are you going to read it all
Trash it
Did you even opened it

Now I wonder how I would react if you wrote to me…
Pick up the daily letters
Bills and more bills
Water
Gas
Electricity
Then I notice a small envelope
A scruffy handwriting that I recognize
My hands are sweating
Trembling I open it
Wondering what you could possibly want to say after all this time

After all this time I’m writing to you again
After everything that we had
After everything we created
Everything that we dreamt
Everything that we could ever be
Here I am writing to you  

Wondering what thoughts will cross your mind  
When you hold this in your hands
How will you react
Are you going to read it all
Trash it  
Did you even opened it

Now I wonder how I would react if you wrote to me…
Pick up the daily letters
Bills and more bills
Water
Gas
Electricity
Then I notice a small envelope
A scruffy handwriting that I recognize
My hands are sweating
Trembling I open it  
Wondering what you could possibly want to say after all this time

After all this time I’m writing to you again
After everything that we had
After everything we created
Everything that we dreamt
Everything that we could ever be
Here I am writing to you  

I am sorry
I am sorry for all the pain that I have caused.
The voices in my head became demons
That slowly became me
I am sorry for what I stole
Future
Heart
Soul
I am sorry for the fights we had
Shouting.
Screaming.
I am sorry for leaving

After all this time I’m writing to you again
After everything that we had
After everything we created
Everything that we dreamt
Everything that we could ever be
Here I am writing to you
Joana May 2016
After all this time I’m writing to you again
After everything that we had
After everything we created
Everything that we dreamt
Everything that we could ever be
Here I am writing to you  

Wondering what thoughts will cross your mind  
When you hold this in your hands
How will you react
Are you going to read it all
Trash it  
Did you even opened it

Now I wonder how I would react if you wrote to me…
Pick up the daily letters
Bills and more bills
Water
Gas
Electricity
Then I notice a small envelope
A scruffy handwriting that I recognize
My hands are sweating
Trembling I open it  
Wondering what you could possibly want to say after all this time
Joana May 2016
From my window I observe the beauty of this city
That I was born in  
From my window I watch the river being touch by the sun
Reflecting a light that illuminates the whole city
The light that travels through the streets and eliminates any kind of sadness
The colourful buildings mingle with nature...  
So softly
So unique

Just as only Lisbon can
If you hear closely
You can hear the singers singing their hearts out
Singing away their pain
While the guitar accompanies the rhythm of their voices
Echoing  
What beautiful melody

Lisbon blessed by Christ the Redeemer
Lisbon, my immortal city
  Apr 2016 Joana
darktowers
Go head make your move
All the parts are in place
I will not bow
I will not break
You can go for one's I love
But my heart
Is to cold to break
My death will bring me joy
For you can not toy
with me anymore
  Apr 2016 Joana
avery james
he was my nicotine
and ******* was i addicted
but as good as i
thought he was
he's turning my lungs to ash
and my words can no
longer get past
my throat.
its time i started
using those
nicotine patches.
Joana Apr 2016
Want to cry but my tears are drained.
Want to scream but my voice gets quiet.
Want to run but my legs are paralysed.
Everything becomes still, except my thoughts...
If someone has an idea for the title please let me know
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