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 Nov 2014 Karina B
Keva Minus
Do you find it mad that Love controls your body? The heart is responsible for each breath you take.  Do you feel like you can't breathe? Do you feel like your hearts being attacked? Will you continue to live with this love insanity? Will you die from this love insanity?
By: Keva Minus ©
Oh, if we live by public opinion.
Then many of us would be convicted cause of an accusation.
Evidence wouldn't be required.

We be required to answer questions.
Just to prove to others rather we are innocent or guilty.

Just because, it has been said.
Don't mean its true.
Just because it has been told.
Don't be its so.

Many has been torn apart in the press.
Investigated and bully by reporters to confess.
But, what if?
The situation was directed back upon them.
Remember even they has a past filled with scandals.

We are consider innocent until proven guilty..
The evidence must be shown.
And level correctly for a conviction.

And if you are not sure.
Watch what you mention?
Somehow I lost my footing
And fell
Into a sea of envy,
Into a pool of misery.
I fell foolishly,
Deeper and deeper down
To the point where I
Didn't know,
Where I couldn't even love
Myself.
 Nov 2014 Karina B
Elizabeth
I dreamed of you
In a dream of mine, I saw you
In golden tassels and platinum crystals
In lustrous diamonds
In radiant tinsel
In a dream, I did
Dream of you
I don't want to have a future
I'm afraid
How do I fear something that hasn't yet come to pass?
 Nov 2014 Karina B
Elizabeth
There are the days that love swells and grows infinitely around me.
It will pick me up and throw me over its shoulder in bliss and sing me to sleep with harmonics so angelic my tears themselves begin to cry.
There are the days when love will never be proven wrong, when nothing matters but love.

         And then there is today.
i've always been a sucker for blue eyes
and delicate souls
and fingers that whispered me to sleep
on rising and falling chests
with the rivulets of breath ruffling my hair
and hands that soothed my tense shoulders
with gentle rubs and strong grasps
i've always been a sucker for boys with soft hair
and imperfections
scars like stars littering skin the colour of honey
and words like freedom and hope
that make me taste a future
i'm certain of
i've always been a sucker for boys who
tell me they love me to the moon and back
but leave the next day for pluto
with a different girl
i hope you aren't the same as all the others
I wish you had heard the bird
Echo a hidden fairy tale
Then offer travels with an elephant to you.
Are we ready for the circus life?
 Nov 2014 Karina B
CS Oakes
Dawn's broken
Am I broken too?
I feel my heart in my chest,
Nothing without you;
And the light won't come.

An empty soul rises,
like the sun in the sky;
Prepared for the day,
Prepared to cry,
And the light won't come to me.

The sun falls asleep
As I fall too,
As my spirit fell
Thanks to you,
And the light won't come to me.

The day is dying;
I wish I could.
Fading away;
I think I should.
And will you come?
I wish you would,
Then the light would come to me.

The stars at night,
The sun at day,
Are dying flames.
The world decays
To the dark
Whence it came,
And there's nothing,
No hope left,
Only shame,
Only pain,
And no light to come to me.
Penned this 2012 I think.

© 2014 C.S. Oakes
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