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 Oct 2015 MaryJane Doe
SG Holter
My palms on your
*******. Yesterday.
Things felt good then;
Kinda like love.

It's also called
Yesterday.
Today, I'm a whispered
*******.

Today I'm heavy air.
Render me hobby.
I have fewer feelings
Than a stone.

That's what you loved
About me. What you
Wanted to
Change.
Mirror mirror on the wall
What is it that you see?
Say not but truth,  I need to know
What others think of me

Do they see my greying hair?
Crows feet about my eyes?
I'm asking you,  my hated friend
For mirror never lie

Perhaps they see a pitied soul
That life had rendered worn
Or do they see my lying grin
And eyes that spill with scorn?
Just something little that was nagging in my head :)
 Oct 2015 MaryJane Doe
Adam Mott
I hope you have the biggest smile
A hearty laugh that is so familiar to me
I want to know you live the life you crave
This is for you
The girl that loved me
I feel the pain of your absence
I hope you feel the same for me
The boy that loves you
I think too often
Drink too much
Act out in my head
But I hope you never fret
I walk through the dark, thinking about the light
I feel so much of so little
And I miss the feeling of you with me in bed
The kids we used to be
This Love is me, this love is the kid I will always be
The adventures we would hope to see
I mourn them with tears and a smile
I have no idea what is next
I hope we can one day meet again
Until then,
I Love you with all I can
This Love is me, this love is the kid I will always be
-Addy
 Oct 2015 MaryJane Doe
Adam Mott
Did my Love weigh you down?
Anchor you to a place of hurt or confusion?
Could you identify when it happened?
At least tell me what Season?
What went first? Was it the heart or the soul?
Body or mind?
Whatever happened to "I love you more"?
What about these memories weighed you down?
Did the water swallow you whole?
Did the play become all you know?
Was this some grand act, a temporary segue from the truth?
Could you honestly tell me it meant as much to you?
I still dream about us sitting in the park, a blanket beneath us
Dreaming about our bodies entwined, warm and right
The good and the bad
What out of all this weighed you down?
Inspired by the song by Early Winters
 Sep 2015 MaryJane Doe
GaryFairy
no direction, dressed in distress
suppressed by excess of regret
expected infection, hard to digest
a left mess that's best to forget

projected wreck is yet to accept
object of the reflected effect
where defective breath has wept
i rest in the echo of my neglect
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