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How do I reach out to you
when you are unreachable.
How do I tell you it
will all be alright.

How do I touch your soul
when you are untouchable.
How do I catch you
when you fall from flight.

How do I carry you when
this situation is so unbearable.
How do I make you look at me
so our love can reignite.

How do I apologise
for standing by your side.
How do I make you understand
that your touch, your love, is my light!
© Annilda Esterhuysen. All rights reserved.
And now,
You wont even
say a word to me.
Soon again,
I'll have to
Face my biggest
Fear.
I'll be forgotten.
Yet again.
By yet another
Person who
Mattered so much.
It'll probably just be like this. Forgotten. And I'll be somebody that you used to know.
I remember the promises we made
You need time till we can be together
Those promises was all I really had
You do not know how much I suffer
Because my heart is in your hands
I was just trying to take it all back
I just wanted to wash all of the pain
Please do it all just for my sake
I truly am deeply in love with you
There are no lies they are all true
I know what I have is rejected love
A feeling which leaves scars deep
Deep buried inside the aching heart
My mind and my life is pulling apart
I thought you would love me back
The unconditional love is all I ask
You took a huge leap and left me behind
I still can't get rid about the past
My love for you is still in my heart and mind
Like a song that keeps repeating
A video that keeps on repeating
I am going crazy and insane
I can't get you out of my brain
Oh rejected love please leave me be
For I can't take all of this as you can see
Rejected love I have thought things over
It is better off that we'd just be strangers
Rejected Love I'm sorry
My eyes are blind
need no guidance
My ears are deaf
hear the silence
My mouth is closed
the taste is clear
My nose is broken
smell the fear
My hands are burned
My mind concerned
My heart is smashed
My soul is splashed
My life is mashed
My spirit crashed

*Up the river down the drain
That’s the beauty of being humane
Copyright Afrodita Nestor
Laying into the deep night,
Head in great agony,
Mind, in shambles.
What happened?
How did it end up like this?
Slowly clicking on each memory,
Consciously deleting each one.
I cannot go on in this dark misery,
Living in this ghastly world.
Something must change,
But it's not fair!
For why am I the only one who can change it all?
Nightly Occurrence™  By Nadia DeLevea
you hold a knife
—pointed at me
but I come closer
and closer
I’m bleeding and it hurts
but I still hold you tight
I miss the feeling of your eyes on my back.

The way they burned through my skin
& how we looked at each other without actually locking eyes.

& when we did lock eyes everything seemed to stop

There was a satisfaction in your stare
I wanted you to look at me forever

But things have changed

& now your eyes burn through me for only a moment
& when our eyes lock nothing stops

I miss the feeling of your eyes on my back.
Do kiss me
                   I dream
Don't kiss me with your lips
Kiss me with your eyes
To get me attached to your true heart.
escapism*

the tendency to seek distraction and relief from unpleasant realities, especially by seeking entertainment or engaging in fantasy.

Hello

I'm just a un pretty face
in an ugly place
I can pretend
with the best of them

I love to paint pictures
that make no sense
except
inside my head.
on canvas?
they are just literally
uncoordinated twitchiness
a need to put colour
back into a world
of Black and White

I like to write stories
the antagonist being
just someone
who lost,
the heroine
fleeing
from a simple world
so complicated
it's hard to cast
two beings that are so
ill fated


and so the story goes

That poetry saved me
I can't tell it
for truth
It makes a difference
I suppose

But honestly?

I wake at the crack of dawn
I yell at the dog for barking
I take a minute for myself
Then wake the kids
it's starting
Getting ready for  another day
is like petting a lion
begging food as a stray
I collect the mail
sort the bills
pretend that money
is an option, not a price
then sell myself to another
for a day
so nice
Feed, clean, wash
make sure no one is missed
How was your day dear?
Well, it's like this
as they wander away
to their own adventures
and I'm left
to my own devices
eventually
To paint a picture
Write a book
Or expel my life's pleasures
into poetry
and all I really hear is
What do you mean, is that about me?

Umm no, it's about me...

And tomorrow
I'll wake up
to do it all again

Hello

I'm Helen
and I'm so glad to meet each and every one of you here :)
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