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Absence is a period with a period.

Visible, not visible, and repeat,
the mighty feat
the enduring human spirit
in the faith of subsidence of pain
that the book on the table
will be picked up and read again.

It keeps us going
the strength in the sense
too real is the presence.

Then a day
the book is taken away
the loved pens an ode
of absence definite
without a period.
The last fortnight has been hard, made me strong in some places, and weak in some.
Sorry friends to be away.
 Dec 2017 EgoFeeder
Kiarra Dean
Long brown hair
Pretty cute smile
I haven't seen you in a while
I really dont know, but you make me so good **** happy

You make me feel like I'm a plane
Whenever I see your face
It's like I'm looking at the whole human race
Oh baby girl, you're beautiful
I wanna kiss you, oh baby please
I wanna make you so **** happy
But I know...
You're not that into me

Short brown hair
Pretty cute smile
I haven't seen you in a while
I really dont know why, but you make me so good **** happy

You make me feel like I'm a plane
Whenever I see your face
It's like I'm looking at the whole human race
Oh, you're beautiful
I miss you, oh baby please
I wanna make you so **** happy
But I know...
You're not that into me

Short brown hair
Pretty big nose
I haven't seen you in who knows
I really dont know why, but you made me so good **** happy

You made me feel like I was a plane
Whenever I saw your face
It was like I was looking at the whole human race
Oh baby boy, you're beautiful
I miss you, oh baby please
I wanna make you so **** happy
But I know...
You cant come back to me

Short brown hair
Pretty big nose
I haven't seen you in who knows
I really dont know why, but you made me so good **** happy

You made me feel like I was a plane
Whenever I saw your face
It was like I was looking at the whole human race
Oh baby boy, you're beautiful
I miss you, oh baby please
I wanna make you so **** happy
But I know...
You cant come back to me


God ****** Jeremy
Do you know how many people you have left to see?
So many ****** faces you could brighten with your light
But I guess that its all gone
What made this go so wrong?
A song I'm working on, bit its decent as a poem!
 Dec 2017 EgoFeeder
Nuna
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 Dec 2017 EgoFeeder
Nuna
First things first,
I miss your eyes
Mostly your lies
The lies you used to wrap around my neck and hang me from the 7th cloud you put me on, making your lips vibrate on my skin
They warned me
But could you blame me?
I only saw the good in you
You brought out the best in me
And kept it for you
I was left with the worst of me
It was too much for you
So you left me
Hanging still from the 7th cloud I don't dare to move
Tell me,
Why do I miss your eyes
Mostly your lies
Words from 2015
 Dec 2017 EgoFeeder
Jay
Damaged people love you like a crime scene
Before any crime had been committed
They kept their running shoes right next to their souls every night
One eye opened in case something changed whilst they were asleep

Damaged people love in the most broken way
Damaged people love in the most gentle way
Damaged people do not love
Damaged people love too much

Their backs are always too tense, too tight
Made this way from carrying too many broken things
Because we all know broken things are the heaviest
Just look the weight of a broken heart

Damaged people will love that too
Damaged people love broken things
Because they remind them of themselves

Damaged people take broken things
And love them to the end
Trying to find that one broken thing
That will fit their cracks.

Damaged people love so well

They love like this because they have already seen Hell
And they know that every evil demon
Was once an angel before they fell.
or priceless, last night
when the couple at the table
next to us at this little pizzeria
unexpectedly paid for our dinner
after I was fairly sure we had been
disrupting them, being well, six -
talkie, wiggly, silly, droppy...
we thanked them and then he said
you have a really well-behaved kid
which was, like, a really big deal
as most days I feel like
an inept kitten herder
except my herd is one
or two, if you count feistypaws
think they both don’t know
I’m the legit pack leader
and are vying for alpha
against one another, but
maybe I’m not doing
so bad
after all

after that
we made penny wishes
in the fountain outside
which is something I
never do alone, because generally
way jaded re: assigning my lofties to
depreciating currency deposits
in chlorinated public fountains

his: for me to get a thousand dollars
(to share with him)
mine: for him and me to have
all the love in the world
and for everyone everywhere
to be happy, free and get what they need

decided to toss in another penny
in case that sounded greedy
to the public plumbing fairy

and still my
insecurity is processing
whether they really thought
he was well-behaved and
enjoyed watching us or just
felt sorry for me
two-top charity...

I should prolly
take out my bad brain
that made me think that thing
and put in my good brain
as my kid likes to say
 Dec 2017 EgoFeeder
Kiarra Dean
I guess I was just an afterthought
 Dec 2017 EgoFeeder
Kiarra Dean
1.

I want to stuff myself full to try and fill what you left behind.
 Dec 2017 EgoFeeder
Kiarra Dean
"What are you?" might be asked
But no one will ever know
For if I trust you enough
My love for you will grow
Because, I live in the sea
Something that must not show
So I dress up in a gown and mask
Letting the sea breeze blow
Yet, you never came my love
So I shall let my secret go
Into the sea I jump
As you walk down the path to me
Watching as I flash before your eyes
Becoming oh so free
Running, screaming you call my name
But I cannot hear--how far down must I be?
That day, I lost a lover to land
And she, her love to sea
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