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Soitgoes
Soitgoes
You took my soul away never to be left the same , broken , tattered , lost ......s....o....u....l
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Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 12:01 AM UTC
Soul
Let me be the substance of your addiction.... Swallow me whole or drink me up Or in hale me and let me fill you up. Let me be the substance of your addiction Snort me up... .inject me .... .poor me till you get your fill roll me up... light me up .... or pop me like a pill  ..... I want to be that feeling the one you love so much, but let it be my laugh....my kiss.... my love and the way we touch. I want to be your addiction the way that you are mine . I want to consume everything your body mind and time. I want you to get drunk off my lips And make you forget what to say . I want to be your drug, I want to be your special K I want to fog your brain with passion as you drawl me in and get high and not take much. I want to make you feel invincible on top of the world with just one touch. I want to be your addiction I want to run through your veins . I want to be your addiction I want to cure your pain . I want to be your addiction your euphoria of love. I want to be your addiction I want to be your drug.
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Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC
Love Addiction
A four legged animal Called mans best friend Always has time for me and a ear to lend He sits there so patiently as I pour out my heart. Its like he wants to heal me but has no clue where to start. He places his little paw on my hand like everything will be okay. Whoever thought I'd get this love from an animal especially a stray ?!? He looks up at me like he knows what is going through my mind. How can something that speaks no words be so patient and so kind ? Those deep brown eyes look up at me like owner don't you cry And then I look back at him and its like God just told me "Why".
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Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 9:09 AM UTC
Dog spelled backwords is God !?
Sometimes I wonder in life where I went wrong ?! I followed the rules I played along. Through all the bull **** and things of that sort, I never complained I was a good sport. So why does it feel that I always get the short end of the stick ? Its like I'm given something and its taken back just as quick !? They say to be happy someone always has it worse, but this isn't a one day occurrence I was born with this curse. Always feeling alone with nobody by my side . I'd give up and call it quits if it weren't for my pride. On the outside it looks like sunshine like I have it all together. Smiling and nodding saying "its going to get better" . I'm starting to lose feeling in this thing they called my heart. ITs getting so numb, bruised, tattered, and falling apart. I ask you Dear God just why these feelings for me? Can't my heart just be happy, flowing and free ? Why do I always struggle with the things inside my head ? My Mind full of thoughts my heart emotionless and dead. Walking through life, emotionless and scared. I didn't know it would be like this, I wasn't prepared. My eyes are now empty no more tears left to cry. Just please answer my prayer God and please tell me why !?!?
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Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 9:03 AM UTC
Why ? God are you there ?
You make me feel so comfortable So good in my own skin That beauty is only skin deep The best stuff come from within Its been such a short span of time This really isn't like me Its like my hearts a metal padlock and you just happen to have the key I'm normally not so open and so willing to let someone in Because loves played like a game and I normally do not win Should I keep my guard up ? and try and keep you out ? My heart says "lets do this" My head still has some doubt I think that I may try this I'll give you just one chance Will this end poorly Or like a fairy tail romance.
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Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 8:54 AM UTC
A Leap of Faith....Falling In Love
He was an American soldier He stood for the red white and the blue . He carried a a tremendous secret that nobody but him knew. He was an american soldier the war he fought was inside his head The needle was the gun and the heroine was the lead He was an American soldier happiness a camouflage he hid behind so well His lonely heart his fox hole His personal trench of hell He was an American soldier A symbol of the free and the brave A prisoner of his addiction His life only his to save He was an American soldier Who's life came to an end He was an American soldier I called him my best friend .
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Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 2:34 AM UTC
American soldier
See my tears ? They aren't there One of the things that became hard to share You took that from me Or more so I took it from myself Beaten with words and slashed with your tongue no longer a sense of self Unable to see with the naked eye And that's why now I'm unable to cry.
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Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 10:09 PM UTC
Invisible Tears