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 Jul 2023 jesse packard
M H John
if the walls of my bedroom could talk
they’d say how i cry
to the moon
holding my breath
giving myself chest pain
convincing my brain
that it’s from the novacane
i force myself to take
because now & days
i numb myself
to be washed in your acid rain
because it still lives inside me
storming away
anytime i choose
to speak your name
She was like music,
and I longed to dance.

Her heart was the beat,
and I begged for the chance.

Her words were the vocals,
and I was put in a trance.

Her smile was the melody,
and I fell in love at first glance.
 Jan 2022 jesse packard
Ciel Noir
The Sun is my clock
And the planets my candles
They shine through the darkness
And into my eyes

The stars are my compass
The Moon is my calendar
When I have questions
I look at the sky
 Jan 2022 jesse packard
Vellichor
Last night the truth faced me,
And looked me in the eye,
Death never promised,
That we’ll say goodbye.

It can come in the night,
And steal you away,
Like an endless dream,
Like a beast and its prey.

I’ll wake in the morning,
To find that you’re gone,
That life left your eyes,
Long before dawn.

And I’ll have been powerless,
To save you from death.
I couldn’t lend you my heartbeat,
Or transplant my breath.

You’ll have slipped out of my reach,
And I’ll have to live knowing,
That you’ll never come back,
And I’ll have to keep going.

Last night the truth faced me,
And told me in my ear,
No matter how much I love you,
I can’t keep you here.
.
I had so many plans, that now won't come true
I wanted to last, be forever with you
I feel so forgotten
So can I just ask ?
Are you going through the same hell I'm going through ?
Or are you on the outside, enjoying the view ?
I'm constantly waiting for you to see
That it's not worse being with me
You said I made you happy
That everything else is a mess
So why get rid of
The one thing
That brought you happiness ?
Me
You're my love, my heart, my home, my sanity, my joy, my tears, my haven
How can I go on without what makes me, me
 Nov 2017 jesse packard
Seema
I write to feel at ease
I do not write to please
For I am a simple person
Living in my own world
Not a creature of talking trees
So many memories, this mind sees
Maintain a distance from me
As you are a contamination
That fused my life to freeze...
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©sim
You
You were my Superwoman
You are here with me
"I want to help"
"I will not leave"
You stay for a week
Then you start to stay less and less
Where are you now?
What happened to you?
Did the Demons with guns scare you?
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