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 Nov 2017 Jessica
Nakia
Crying
 Nov 2017 Jessica
Nakia
Every minute of every day I cry.
I know my eyes seem so dry.
But beyond this surface there's pain and lies.
There's a hole right in my head.
Filling with everything that I hear or that's been said.
I didn't expect so many to place the gun there and pull.
Tears fill my mind and lungs.
Deeper and more clear than any pool.
There's a leak to fix.
But where's my tools?
I'm saying i'm fine.
And you think it's true.
This is the most stupid thing you could do.
But I cry in the shower so who's the fool?
Off I go.
Reaching for hope and proof.
Empty hands and broken truths.
Need tissues.
But hiding it will do.
Don't know if i'm sad.
Or my hearts beating thinner.
Fighting to be like your an angel.
End up treated like a sinner.
No quiet.
Just noise and fillers.
While I cry on the inside.
My smile gets bigger.
 Nov 2017 Jessica
Matt Perkins
Falling in and out of love will leave you empty and alone. The touch of a new lover will be your only goal. The things that could once make you smile, will send shivers down your spine. The memories of a long lost love imprinted in your mind. You cant connect the same way those feelings forever left behind. Its hard to repair the damage a broken heart can create.
 Nov 2017 Jessica
Svode
What is love?
Is it a bind between two people,
or is it just a statement;
a promise to be lost at a whim?

Is true love real?
Every human has pros,
but they also have their cons.
Are true lovers ignorant to the latter?

And at the end of every day,
where is a human's mind,
but inside their own head?
Thinking their own thoughts
and having their own opinions.

Every bond wears with time,
you may try to mend it tight,
but sometimes it all falls apart.

Sometimes.
Don't hurt me. No more.
 Nov 2017 Jessica
Elioinai
When they said that love is pain
they didn’t expect me
to quite literally be bleeding
 Nov 2017 Jessica
Svode
The End
 Nov 2017 Jessica
Svode
Is this the end?
Is this where the train meets its own caboose,
Where God meets Satan,
Where hope meets regret.
Am I going to see my end?
Will it take me by surprise
Or maybe I would conclude my own life,
Alone.

Haha
Loneliness is a joke,
I have myself to keep company with.
My own thoughts to adhere to,
Who cares about people?
We all die anyways,
We all die
We all
We.
All.

"Please forgive me",
I can write that several times and wish something would change between us
But nothing is going to budge.
But I still hope.
I still hope.
Don't **** that part of me.
Don't **** parts of me.
Don't **** me.
So many things filling this maze they call a brain.
All they can do is call me insane.
I see inbetween the lines and peek on the underlane.

What lies beneath the surface?
The little demons that haunt,
taunt and flaunt whatever they want.

It keeps me from my sunshine..........
Why am I so **** blind?
Always the first in line and the one left behind....
Overanalyze try my mind on for size running at full speed. Realize words change but have the same meaning. Lingering but forgotten Shurley I heard them spoken only one thing can come up this. I will be left broken and choking struggling with my own insecurities why can I have some kind of security. I'll even take some kind of purity
Darkness clouding my thoughts
Time to put an end to this madness
Tried so many times maybe I'll finally succeed.
But no one will believe its only my time to leave.
Only truth and loyalty in my heart from the very start
But you believe another part. ****!
I can't wait to stop my heart.
Torn, broken, and falling apart.
Waiting on my Blissful End.
 Nov 2017 Jessica
Michael Briefs
Eve of the air, drifting high,
astride the ether;
Eve, ever ephemeral,
tilting at the clouds!
Her face is as fresh as the day,
her eyes as clear as light.

She is all that I want!

In her soul’s deep blue expanse
she welcomes every song --
Her flush blood breathes in
every poet’s prayer.
Her heart is open to all life!

Slowly, in silence,
with timeless grace,
she crosses my mind,
when my thoughts rise proudly;
when my foolish fancy ascends aloft,
into sweet and daring dreams.

She has seen my search
and she knows my way:
how often I reach for the warm,
familiar sun; as well, she has
distilled my secret yearning
for the cold, distant stars.

She realizes how easily
my eyes are dazzled by their
pearlescent shine, beyond,
while my flesh hungers for
the ambient heat of
the radiant beloved, above.

She has gleaned my longing
for heaven’s treasures
and she has parsed the
utterance of my heart.

She knows my way.
I am weak
for her iconic embrace,
for she is all that I want.

In her spacious arms,
all these desires are fulfilled.
In her celestial realm
all my dreams fly free.
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