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I'll sing of all the ways I miss you
and how this sorrow came to be
the verses, lies I should have whispered
the chorus, truths in harmony.

The melody will break the silence
and call your broken heart to me
to be repaired by love unyielding
to broken hymns in minor key.
Depression lies and makes us push those we love most away, sometimes so far away that they can never return.
 Feb 2015 Ingrid
Kelly Rose
Another sleepless night
3am, a bit beyond
the witching hour

A time of quiet reflection
Remembering dreams lost
& Creating dreams to be

Thinking of past sorrows
Anticipating tomorrow's
Joys

Another sleepless night

Contemplating Life's mystery
And
Marveling at the
Wonder of it all...
2/8/2015
KetomaRose
 Jan 2015 Ingrid
Megan Williams
All these things that clutter my life,
Countless possessions.

I am privileged.

But to be free from all this would be a dream.
To be able to carry everything I wanted on my back would be liberation.

The things I own tie me down, I am dependant on them. I yearn to be free from them.

And yet people are impoverished at the expense of my cluttered life.
That I, myself am not even content with.

Humanity has made the world a repugnant place to live.
 Jan 2015 Ingrid
Kataleya
Love her like
She's the raging sea,
Unrestrained and dark and deep.
And you crave her touch
Through aching pores
As you slowly drown in sleep.

Love her like
She's the tender storm,
A lovely shade of grey.
Like with every whiff
Of breath she takes,
She's taking yours away.

Love her like
She's the silent clouds
With calmness floating by.
Like you'd want to make
Sweet love to her
Under the moon's apocalyptic eye.

Love her like
She's the blazing fire,
And you lust the candied pain.
Like she's the disease
That swallowed you whole
And you'd like to die again.

When her gentle touch
Makes your chest explode,
And your addiction is your girl.
Promise you'll love her
Through hell and back,
Or don't you dare love her at all.
 Dec 2014 Ingrid
Traveler
Caravan of infidel's
Show me
What I've missed
I tip my hat
Raise my glass
And await
The gypsy kiss

Burry now
Those hatches
Stained in blood
Of old
I lost my reason
To live in hate
Many years ago

But have you?
 Dec 2014 Ingrid
Traveler
At one point in life
Magic was real
The rational mind
Rejected it with
Logical reasoning
Tested it and found
Only a fool believes

So blessed be
The foolhearted
Me...

But be not deceived
There are those
More foolish
Than I
...
Traveler Tim

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