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 Dec 2018 Fathur Abinaya
Masin
"Sometimes home isn't 4 walls,
It's 2 eyes and a heartbeat."
I didn't wirte this, I just love the notion of it. Can't wait till I find my 2 eyes and a heartbeat.
12/27/18
i fooled myself
to make you innocent
in my heart again
i unseen things
that cannot
to wash away your
lies
before you even betray me
i already betrayed myself
for you.



i paid your consequences
hmmmmm
I write because I love to,
I write because it's me;
I do not write for fortune,
or much publicity.
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I write from my own heart,
the words just seem to flow;
I write to make  a difference,
I write to give men hope.
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I write because I'm called to,
by my Father, up above;
I write to spread my words,
I write to spread my love.
 Dec 2018 Fathur Abinaya
Zeth
My lips, they ache for yours
Let them find you, in your deepest thoughts
I will keep you safe, no matter the cost
My darling, this love, was never lost.
With love, we find assurance. A feeling of safety. And I want you to know that no matter what happen, my love for you will always feel like home.
 Dec 2018 Fathur Abinaya
JL Smith
It's been said,
If you love something
Let it go

So you did
And I'm free,

But I'll return
Knowing

You love me

© JL Smith
I see you everywhere but beside me,
the one place that I need you the most.
I don’t know if you’ve just felt like hiding,
but it feels like I’m being stalked by a ghost.
I think of my life consisting of just time biding,
with parasitic emptiness and I’m the host.
This hits me like waves I am meant to be riding,
and it follows me persistently from coast to coast.

The grass didn’t seem so green back then
I guess all that constant rain did pay off,
‘cause now this little future’s just a casual friend,
and my god looking back the past was soft.
It’s not like I always want to be drenched in sorrow,
I find I look much better in brown, blue or grey,
you know I’d trade in every tomorrow
for just one more yesterday.

I hear every voice but yours in my ears,
the deafening noise has made me forget that sound,
since I’ve heard that sweet melody it’s been too many years,
and every other pitch makes my static brain pound.
I’m always biting my lip but now I’m fighting tears,
I shake my head side to side and around.
I’m quickly losing stamina from battling my fears
and now looking forward to my hole in the ground.

The skies never seemed clear and blue back then,
it turns out that I was the creator of each cloud,
I’m hoarding past calendars so that I can pretend
that I’m back in time and making everyone else proud.
If you’ve got a hour or two that I can borrow,
I swear I’m good for it and whatever price; I’ll pay,
‘cause you know I’d trade in every tomorrow
for just one more yesterday.

I feel you all over, laced in everything,
if it wasn’t such a curse, it’d be a gift.
You’re the peace in winter and the hope in spring,
you’re the summer sun and autumn’s winds so swift.
I’m relieving every memory, looking for a place to cling,
I remember all of the details but the clarity is now adrift.
Side to side, back and forth, I constantly swing,
it pulls and drags me down but it can also give the highest lift.

The sun never seemed to shine right back then,
but maybe I was just too busy looking for artificial light.
I was never one for second looks but I should’ve searched again,
because everything I wanted was already in my sight.
So I plant a seed hoping it will eventually grow
and I sculpt all I wish for with clay,
‘cause you know I’d trade in every tomorrow
for just one more yesterday.

— The End —