Amor Loco
3 hours ago

Lost in a dream
Don't want to wake up
Stuck on a carousel
That will not stop
Full of emotion
Raw with passion
Standing still
Craving action
Rejecting what I have
Wanting what isn't mine
Needing what is out of reach
Longing for stolen time
I thought i knew what love was
That I had my other half
Turns out that I was wrong,
Fate placed another in my path
Past the point of no return
There is no looking back
A colorful road ahead
There is no white nor black
Surrender the heart
Submit to any fears
Escape to a secret place
No broken dreams or tears
Souls that are connected
It is obvious, no doubt
Teased with just a little taste
I can not live without
Now we bide our time
Waiting to see
Waiting, waiting, waiting...
Anticipating destiny

I do not know what to call this poem.. There is so much emotion and confusion. My writing has been stagnant for years and i have been overcome by compulsions to put words together. I am still a bit rusty, this is first piece produced by my compulsions..

I left before I go
Would it scar?
By these hands
By our lust
Or by the feast?

Soon enough, we will bare
The secret we cannot share
A trance that seamlessly occurring
For sour taste of love will creep in.

Remember its heat
A raging awful beast
Did it passed by your sight?
Perhaps gleaned by this delight?

#love   #trust   #broken   #anger   #hate   #pain   #lust   #infidelity   #lovers   #heartache  
to
to
Jan 7

dont ask me whats wrong
you know
that i can see the memories
haunting your brain
i know you want her
and im sorry im not the same

i just want it to be us
i want to be your one and only
but i know that in the end
i will end up lonely

you say you love me, but youre the only reason i cry anymore
to
to
Jan 7

whenever the monster comes into conversation
i find myself in tears
you know she haunts my mind all day
and still you keep her here

to
to
Dec 29, 2016

dont tell me you are sorry
because all you want is my body
and my body doesnt want you back

dont tell me you miss me
dont try to kiss me
because ill fall in love with you again

i cant afford the heartbreak you provide
im all out of tears and all out of time
you have enough slaves to your desires, i refuse to be one again
deal with it.

Atul Kaushal
Atul Kaushal
Dec 17, 2016

Patience is what it takes,
To be happy and successful.

Dedication is what it takes,
To be sincere and well-turned.

Time is what it takes,
To be recognized by a true lover.

Maturity is what it takes,
To be faithful and loyal to one love.

Affection is what it takes,
To be caring and loving in life.

Strength is what it takes,
To be full of fidelity and satisfaction.

Morality is what it takes,
To avoid infidelity and seduction.

Did you have any of it, dear?

HP Poem #1325
©Atul Kaushal
Leilani
Leilani
Dec 14, 2016

These eyes, no longer my own
My heart changed its beat
A snake has a hold of my stomach
My body admits defeat

It's merely following suit
After all, the body trails the mind
Rage overtook that system
When my father decided to resign

You might think a job
I guess you would be right
Twenty-five years of marriage
Forsaken overnight

Now if you are uncertain
This was not foreseen
He was fairly content a man
Although a bit extreme

He had all he wanted
That was insufficient
So he went quietly searching
And one lie became malignant

As I reimagine the events
Not by choice or reason
I can't un-hear my mother
Her sobs weak, uneven

I struggle to relinquish
The semblance I have left
Of the life I knew just days ago
Before this unthinkable theft

#anger   #pain   #father   #loss   #family   #infidelity   #suffering  
Ron Gavalik
Ron Gavalik
Nov 18, 2016

I loved you
every single day
especially those nights
you fucked
other men
You're better than me
but you kept coming
back for more

Memory.

Politics is but a manifestation
Of the Collective Psyche of a Nation.
So, the United States just elected a President,
Donald Trump,
Who felt that he had the PREROGATIVE
To have sexual relations
With a woman other than his wife.
What does this say
About the State of Gender Relations
In 2016?

svdgrl
svdgrl
Nov 10, 2016

What a task it must be
to hold a candle to me,
a stationary puddle of wax
colored grey and crimson
by twelve seasons
we've shared juxtaposed or apart.
I've found your hues on the faces of others
often impervious to my flames,
hardened with my tears.
And our marriage
demands that I believe
we will melt together
or fall into the cracks
of another holder.

It's the hardest thing to move on with someone who betrayed you.
Everyone advises you against it. It's so difficult when you genuinely believe they are right- but you're so broken you don't know how to leave.
 
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