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What i really want is just to build up a home. Where we happily live away from all this competition and pollution. Away from this dark side. I want to live in the brighter one. I want to build a home where on the door there is this name plate with our name craved with the wood and then there are our handprints . The bigger one being his and the tiny one is mine. And then besides the door is the postbox. The postbox that has got its ***** a little loose with rust all over. But, Ah! The happiness it gives when in the middle of the pile comes your mom's letter. And you get so excited that you never close the box and run into open the envelope. Then as you enter there is this massive wall that has so much of charm in it. There are these tiny snapshots of when we went to our honeymoon in the islands , There is this grand photo of our marriage. There are portraits made by you. And everything inside of that walls gives so much of satisfaction , so much of happiness , that even if something happens to US , we have so much to miss , so much to remember , so much to cry and so much to laugh tooo. All that's lighted up with very pretty xmas lights. And then besides the wall there is the kitchen. Oh! How we wish that we could just shift our bed over there. Our kitchen- it will be like the most enchanting place. All sorts of junk. And the fridge- everything from ice cream to alcohol , from Chocolates to candies. It will be our happy place. We will cook together. We will dance together until the oven buzzes. And we will eat like no one's watching. Like we haven't eaten for days , like , like its the last pizza we will ever taste. We will **** together , we will make fun of each other , and at the end of the day we will laugh so much about all the super crazy stuff we did. We will sleep on our bed remembering everything. And i swear you look just the prettiest head when you're asleep. So i pretend to sleep because i know you are gazing at me. I wait till your snoring starts and it doesnt take a while to start , because you are so good at sleeping. And then i just stare you my love with the deepest love inmy eyes. Feeling your breathe against mine ; And even though we have come a long way together , i still don't believe the fact that i got someone like you , the fact that you are so pretty and you are so kind and gentle and sweet and caring and the qualities they can never be described fully. So i just lay down there kiss you on your head and sleep with me wrapped around your arms.
Not every story has to have drama , some are just real life stories.
 Jan 2018 Carlie Sims
Kimberley
i wanted him
he wanted her
she wanted someone else
and that's how everyone ended up sad,
alone and heartbroken
 Jan 2018 Carlie Sims
Mary-Rose H
My imagination feels
stifled,
and offers me
neither plot
nor character
from
which
to
b
u
i
l
d

a new
story.
No creative scenarios
or
lines of witty dialogue
pop
into my head.

But
this is my own doing;
this
is what I
requested-
begged for,
even-
without
realizing
the
consequences.

Regret pools in me,
but
I know of
no
way
to reverse it.
I'm sorry
that I shut
my imagination
up,
but it
wouldn't
shut up
about
you.
 Jan 2018 Carlie Sims
yours truly
The day after Christmas and all thru the house
No one seems to be up because today isn’t special, not like the other
Not like the one when we pretend to be happy;
when we pretend to be christian
When we pretend to care
Everyone wants the perfect gift
And to show it off on they're social
But all i want is to have the comfort to wake up again
To see her again
But she’s having a great Christmas i hope
In the sky above.
                                         Your truly,
                                                          …
 Jan 2018 Carlie Sims
Lady Grey
sometimes i feel like i should empathize more with people.
sometimes i just don't feel
what i think i should be feeling.

i don't seem to get excited anymore.
when something good happens,
i find myself thinking,
why am i not happy?

i don't know the answer, of course,
i don't know why i'm like this,
i wish i wasn't.

but here we are,
and there's nothing to be done.

no reason to mope about the change
ill just have to deal with it,
somehow
We poets write from our hearts

I tried to keep a dream alive
I was just being made a fool
My happiness may take a dive
The tears I wept left a pool.

To read the news i was surprised
Couldn't even tell me to my face
A love so strong had now demised
Someone else had filled my place.

Such a fool I was to have believed
I thought I'd found my true in you
Here I am blamed yet myself deceived
Good wishes my friend for you are true.

I shall shed a few more tears I dare say
Magic moments locked in distant memories
Maybe loves arrow will be true one day
But for now we will sit and tell our stories.
When you've been in love and you hold on for something that you now might never to be again but something tells you this Might be worth waiting for then the disappointment comes
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