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 Oct 2014 Think
Jordan Frances
You have covered your tracks
And were ridiculously efficient about it.
Therefore, I cannot send you to court
And get the justice that I deserve
But when you get all old and grey
I will not pretend to hurt.
If you put a gun to your head
And blow out all your brains
I will not act as though
I feel any pain.
Should you take a handful of pills somewhere along the way
I would not be surprised, dear
But from me, you would not see a tear
If you were to stop your heart from beating
With a dagger and a pen
I would not agonize over your loss but, rather
Be more at ease instead.
So should your life be taken tonight
Do me a favor, **** your memory too
But should you remain living, sweetie
I'd rather die than be with you.
 Oct 2014 Think
Sophia Bridget
He was big and fat.
He was black and white.
He was the best cat ever.

He loved to snuggle with you.
Even if he didn't know you.
He loved being brushed.

He was so cute and cuddly.
I loved My little kitty.
But he is now in kitty heaven.
My cats name was ******. Mommy and daddy told me he passed away and went to kitty heaven. I miss my kitty!!!!!!
 Oct 2014 Think
Kelly Rose
Empty, am I
The well
Has gone dry

Not empty,
You simply need to breathe
Maybe even cry

Black is the Silence
That fills me
Madness reigns

Not black, just hurt
You need to find words
To express the pains

And all is Lost
Hope has Flown

Never lost,
You've just grown

No light
Do I deserve

Brighten up,
Keep a smile in reserve..

Even the moonlight
runs and hides away

But my sunlight
Is forever here to stay

Scared, am I
of that forever night

Don't be scared,
Take my hand
Together we can fight

That empty place
that does devour
and holds me tight*

No, a special place
For only you and I
Where our smiles
Will shine bright
10/07/2004
Melz brought light to the dark, a great pleasure to write with her.  I hope you enjoy this flip coin of ours.  So flip the coin, I hope it lands on the light for you.
 Oct 2014 Think
Bipolar Hypocrite
I pick up the broken pieces of my delicate heart,
Feeling the sharp edges cut my skin.

My blood oozes out my flesh,
Your name carried within.

You have poisoned my body,
So I bleed you out.

With every drop,
A kiss is left unfelt.

Dried out, it becomes scars,
Reminders of you,
And what you did to my once whole heart.

These broken pieces hurt like knives.
They burn my skin, redden it.
But only a silent scream escapes,
As I fall to the ground.

I lay on this deserted desert.
Only the cracked ground for company.

My thirst is unquenchable,
Since you are my water.

I'm far away from you,
Carrying this broken heart,
Watching it burn under the sun,
To red ashes.

My blood darkens,
Revenge cornering my mind.

But I love you,
How could you?

Slowly, I burn too.
I burn, with my broken heart.

Blood evaporating to the sky,
To heaven.

While I lay here,
In hell.

I clutch my heart,
Feelings the pain,
Loving it,
Since that's all I've learned to do.
My love is a metaphor.

My broken heart is a metaphor.
 Oct 2014 Think
Silence Screamz
Sometimes I feel
that I am swinging axes in the dark.
Hitting nothing
but air and opportunity.

One day, I will open that door,
turn on that light,
Then say to the world,
"Hello, world, it's nice to see you! "
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