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A distant look in her eyes,
Stretching beyond the horizon.
A battle long fought,
In her dreams so surreal.
A thousand miles did she walk,
Before pausing to rest.
But the lights began to fade,
For it was time for her sunset.
The sunset was the most beautiful I've ever seen and the most painful ever felt.
She dreamt me and I lived her.
And I still am living her.
I will write you away,
Scrub the memories of you,
From my insides with the magic of words.
I have already cleaned you away,
With soap and scalding water.
Burning you away from me,
As I hang myself to dry,
In the heat of the sun,
Letting the wind take the scent of you,
Away from me.

And now, all that is left to cleanse,
Is my insides,
Where soap and desperate hands,
Cannot reach and wash.
So I write you away.
With every phrase,
Every word,
Every letter,
I send you away from me.
Let the remnants of you,
That remain within me,
Off into the world,
Following your footsteps.

I shall write until the habits,
The memories,
The emotions,
That are connected to you
Are cut loose and set free.
I shall paint a picture of you,
With my words,
And with every kiss of the
brush and canvas,
With each stroke,
I shall paint the image of you,
Remove it from within me,
And never look upon it again.

I shall write what you were to me,
What you meant to me,
What you made me feel,
Until the words don’t make any sense.

I shall write you away,
Turn pages black with ink
And clear my soul of you.
I shall write,
Until you are ...

Gone.
I miss those conversations,
Those threads of thoughts that knew no bounds.
Am still searching for the right words,
To weave us over again.

Dangling like corpses, these severed threads,
I try to bring them back to life, in vain, oh hell,
But I found no word from you, you left
Leaving me with this string,
Another unwoven thread of ours...
This is for you, Noodle. Am so glad you're not here to see this. :P
Brave warriors of my eyes they are,
Fighting their way through my shutters.
Dare thee stoppeth them.
My Unstoppables. My tears.
She is a diary, a diary you'd never want to write in. One you don't want to read again. A book who's pages you'd never want to turn. She, is a diary that's never been opened.
Inspired by Looking for Alaska ! :D
Wanted to keep it short.
These winds on that late evening sunset,
Bringing wisps of the broken past.
Atop the concrete terrace did I sit,
Watching the heaviness ebbing away.
Far away did they go,
With these winds that rushed past me.
To the abode of entombed dreams,
Where the land never meets the horizon.
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