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My mind keeps pictures of you up on its walls
                            again
                         ­         and again
I find my thoughts drifting down that river of memory
orbiting around you, like forces of gravity drawn
to the idea of us (if there even is an us)

If I could then I’d lock you outside my brain, leave you out there to rot
in the abyss, where your words couldn't penetrate me
and your lips that work like anesthesia forbidden to numb me again

I won't do you the injustice of romanticizing your imperfections
You're no nebular, you're a black hole, a gaping flaw in creation
Your eyes that held millenniums of history, now hold me no future

You made me forget what it feels to have stability
To not walk out of a room and forget why I left
You make me want to shred the skin you touched
Like a reptile, to become reborn, purified from my past.

There never were any butterflies in your stomach, only parasites
but you fed them to me readily like a disease

So no, I won’t dedicate you another love poem
                 no I want (deserve) better
This isn't what love should be
I’ll write you a poem where the words convulse on the page
and you’ll forget to read it (you always do)
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For a girl who tasted of summer
and was just as hot-tempered,
she closed all her doors like there was
a cold winter's draft.

Stalactite tears gathering
in the belly of cavernous
hearts. She is soft and hard and
silk and steel and so many
different faceted shards.

I know how you feel
when you feel nothing. And sometimes,
it's hard putting it into words.
Major writer's block recently + no time to write. Oh well. Hope I catch a muse soon.
To make love is a wonderful thing.
An irreplaceable feeling of sheer ecstasy.
A man and a woman sharing their very souls.
An emotionally charged volcano with an eruption of love.
Literally a bonding of mind, body, and soul.
And, quite simply, emotions in motion.
The past does not exist,
There are only lessons.
The future does not exist,
There are only plans.
All that ever is, is the present;
Contextual demands.
Explore the conditional,
Be granted choice in return.
But accept that
"anxiety is the dizziness of freedom"
as/is your burden.

To put the tenses in perspective,
Relax, (be perceptive) and
keep an adaptable mind at hand.
Quote:
-Line Ten as put forward in The Concept of Anxiety: A Simple Psychologically Orienting Deliberation on the Dogmatic Issue of Hereditary Sin (1844) by Søren Kierkegaard
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