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Looking at myself beyond those dreamy eyes of yours
Brought me back to those days
When you close the doors.

Not one day that I'm not thinking of you
When yearning for your sweet words
And soothing voice makes me through.

So many days spent in wishful thinking
The what ifs and what could have beens
Only to realize that the clock is ticking.

I told myself time and again
That there will be no more us
And nothing can break the chain.

I asked myself why can't he embrace my love
Then enjoy both worlds
And share the feelings we speak of?

Alas I have you back, my man
Closer and more loving as before
And so my life again has began.

My love, I have you now
Bringing me happiness and glow
Sadness I won't allow.

My love for you is deep
Press me in your heart
As forever, you, I will keep.

6.22.14
 Jul 2014 2aftermidnight
starless
I am one day older. July 17
My mother has another year
To her name. The sun has risen,
But time is setting – I am
Getting further away from the
Closest thing I had to bliss.

There is something beautiful
And desirable about ignorance,
Something I possessed only as an
Infant, yet I would ****
To hold it once more. **** –
That proves it. Just how far
Am I from those illusive years?

When I was little, nature's
Corpses would be buried with care,
And we would whisper words
To the Earth about who we had lost.
Now, pests are killed by my will,
And handled with disgust.

Yet, I envy them. Their lives,
So easy to dispose of, and mine,
Neverending. But I am the same
As a common moth.
Crush me.
****** mess
Red white dress.
Heaving breast
Bleeding chest.

Red on white...
A color so beautiful..
To make things right.
Makes us feel so Dutiful.

Grab a Knife
And a pen.
Use the ink of life
In the end.

Flash like a bolt.
Run while you can.
Poetic cult.
Now you understand.
Now you understand, Street Profit. You could never beat us. Started a war then backed out last minute.
 Jul 2014 2aftermidnight
Jack
At sunrise, it dawned on me...
another day without you
Like Fine Wine,

my thoughts are caught in a bottle....

And I do not have a corkscrew!!!
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