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Maybe
It was the way
Your neon eyes
Lit up in mine
And the world
Glowed a
Kaleidoscope of
Rainbow colours

Maybe
It was being
Wrapped in your
Bronze arms
And feeling so
Very safe
So warm
Next to you

Maybe
It was grey tears
Comforted by your
Soothing voice
That cheers me on
Rubbing out the dull
Rendering me
Sunshine yellow

Maybe
It was being
Called beautiful
Because I was like
Poetry and sunsets
Great towering mountains
Pretty just
Didn't do justice

Maybe
It was our
Midnight phone calls
And feeling like
I could scrape the
Deep blue canvas sky
And twirl amoung
The blinking stars

Maybe
It was all of it
Mixed like
Paint on an
Artists palette
Pinks, reds, oranges,
Spelling out a lone word
Love.
To be young and in love.
Time of death:
3:44.
When you told me you don't love me anymore.
Place of death:
The park where we met,
on a lazy Sunday afternoon.
I remember the dreaded words which escaped your lips,
the heat in your words,
the look on your face,
as I took a metaphorical bullet to the chest;
it hurt like Hell.
Cause of death:
You.
When you stabbed me in the heart for the first
and last time.
A fatal blow.
But in the coroner's office,
all the report will ever show is:
time of death:
3:44.
Cause of death:
Trauma to the chest.
When your heart gets broken by someone, it feels like you've been struck in the chest. The air feels like it's been knocked right out your lungs and you feel as though you can't breathe. You feel a mixture of emotions all blurred into one mess. You play the final exchange in your head over and over again, and each time it gets harder and harder. Heartbreak. It feels like you've been stabbed in the back and shot in the chest all at once.
 May 2018 Destiny annalia
LeV3e
If God is a lense
Watching eternity spin
Would it spend a cent
To notice my blemishes?

If Sin is a debt
Building up interest
Could I make payments
And buy my way to heaven?

If Love is a gift
Shared by all of man
Would you fill the rift
With the warm blood of a lamb?

If Christ walked on Earth
And saw my sad words
Could he read the verse
Or, would the foreign letters blur?
I dreamt of you again
But this time,
she was there
And you were happy
You looked different
But happy, yet not

I resent you
And your little tale
This sweet little lie you've portrayed for yourself
That you enjoy it with her

I don't want you to be happy
I don't want you to go on without me
I'm sick of feeling angry
I haven't felt angry for so long
But seeing you with her
Oh God, that kills me

Seeing you with the woman...
Girl...
I have many other names for her in my head
But unfortunately they're a bit too vile
The woman you slept with while I was trying my best satisfy you

Was it because I didn't give in
Is it because I said no?
Did she satisfy you more than I could ever try in my wildest dreams

Is there something wrong with me

You did love me though didn't you?
Not for long
But surely in the beginning...
Was she there all along or was it only towards the end
I tried my best
I truly did

I know you loved me
For a while at least
 May 2018 Destiny annalia
Keira
what hurt me most
     the harsh wind slapping my face
  or your knives in my back
- at least nature can look me in the eyes
I think
as artists
we owe a lot to pain.

Put on
a robe of thorns
and write

about the nice weather outside
and that delicious burger
you had today.

Write about happiness
when you're in pain-
beauty.
 May 2018 Destiny annalia
RoyHal
I'll leave my thoughts here
To breathe out loud with no regard
Of the very silent presence of life

My thoughts huff and puff
Been knocking on possibilities doors
Upthe 30th floor i must say
Been running up the stairs of fears

So now my thoughts sits at destiny's office
A minute early for the interview
Tries to catch her breath,seated next to Life
and,"Next Interviewee",shrills the receptionist,a rather unattractive man called Assumption

slightly out of breath,she breathes in.
IM here
 May 2018 Destiny annalia
x
i always told you
i'd fall for you like rain
in a september afternoon.
how my love is an embodiment
of a blooming red tulip,
basking in the sun's ever lasting
warmth,
like the first ever smile you threw my way.

they would tell me
that the universe is saying
we aren't meant to be.
how can't we,
when the stars that night
when we mutually tried escaping reality,
says otherwise?

you once asked me
what we are,
and i remember not answering.

but if i had the chance again,
i would tell you that
you make me feel like
the first snow of winter
and simultaneously,
the last.

so if i asked you
if you felt the same,
would you say yes?
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