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Melisha Landreth Feb 2015
Can you ask someone questions of an untold future? How can you ask me so emotionally? Is a future with me the logical thing to do for you.

What about passion? Will we have this? Friendship? Love? FREEDOM? Respect? Will these be included? Is that on your list too?

I need someone I know will be there through thick and thin. Someone who wants a lover as well as my best friend. Love respect freedom and support should be number one. If not I don't think the two of us will last.

Can you give this to me? Can you actually promise me a future? How do I answer? What do I say?

Someone would say that they thought they would always wait for this day.. Not so sure about me as I stare at you blankly.
I had someone approach me one time and tell me that they didn't think of marriage as one of convenience but as a business deal and that I may have been a suitable candidate. I wanted to respond with this. Instead I just smiled and drank my coffee.
I worry (a lot)
when I think (of other girls)
about how they (shine)
sparkle and radiate beauty
and about how I could be (brighter)

(and) nothing hurts worse than thinking about
not being with (you) my love, my heart
because I know you (deserve the) best,
you are my (sun), moon and stars
Notice the parentheses.
Read the poem all the way through,
read the parentheses next,
then finally just the words outside
the parentheses.

This one was rather difficult to post.
I am a bucket filled with pain,
so will you pour me out and wash me clean.
I will never be the same man,
the one you want me to be.
I would say to run,
while you still have everything you need.
I have no imagination tonight,
but the thought of you never goes away.

You fly away so high,
as I lay here in the dust.
You cannot count the clock as it chimes,
but I swear time stopped.
You wish upon a star far far away,
while I chose the moon.
You went to bed already,
just knowing this I battle insomnia.

So here I am
**Lost and never found
A poem doesn't need to rhyme.
There needs to be inspiration and dedicated time to each line with sincere thought. Just like most of my poems, this one shows a lot of scary emotion and I do not know how I feel after writing at 3:15AM.
  Feb 2015 Melisha Landreth
JT
Who am i left to dream with
At nights when i can’t sleep
I half expect to see your face next to mine
but its not there when i turn over
And how am i supposed to dream of sweet things
when every touch,
every kiss
every breath
Is poisoned with tiny visions of you
There is no goodness left in this world
How can i sing
when every tune makes me weep
with memory of you
music, which once brought me
the purest and most splendid joy
now turns sour in my head,
for i cannot smile and think of you
And why did you run
How did i make it so simple
for you to fly through my heart
...you always hated flying
but how easy this trip must have been
You came and stayed a while
but for a moment,
I thought i saw something
linger in your eye
and then it was gone before i even knew what it was
I was nothing to you
I was never anything to you
And i know now
that ill only ever hold you in my dreams
Melisha Landreth Feb 2015
If I told you every time I thought about you would you think I was weird? Would you think it was strange?

I don't know what it is about you that makes me go insane but I think about you constantly spinning me around smiling gazing all while the rest of the world isn't invited into our secret conversations.

I could Love you. I could get used to this but you are a fleeing moment that will soon be a memory.
Sometimes you just have to let your mind go there without letting your body. This was one of those times.
Melisha Landreth Feb 2015
You know why I drink this beer?
I drink this beer to drive away my tears
I drink this beer because you could no longer stand to be here.
I drink this beer to all of our wonderful memories.
I drink this beer to all the **** you have put me through.
I drink this beer because it was bought by some random dude I am now wishing were you.

I drink this beer because it is my old familiar friend brought here by the end
Of all that was me and you. I drink this beer because my darling we are through.

I drink this beer to get drunk hoping it will numb the pain I feel inside. I drink this beer because honestly I would rather die
than sleep one more restless night because frankly I am too weak to fight.

I drink this beer because drunkiness cures sobriety and that seems to be the way to get you from inside me.

Sobriety ******* *****. I drink this beer finally because I know now that there really is no longer an "us".
Reasons of why I drink beer at home at night by myself.
Melisha Landreth Feb 2015
He is Capricorn
I am Aquarius
He is Mars
I am Venus
He is analytical and practical
I am intuitive whimsy emotional
He is structure and rules
I am freedom and going with the flow
He is kids house ring white picket fences
I am spur of the moment camp outs and never settling
He wants to be on a white horse
I climbed down from that tower a long time ago

Or so I thought...

Because when his hand brushes mine, a chance meeting, all that I thought I knew melted for a second and I could see a Life doing it the Capricorn way

He is Capricorn
I am Aquarius
One chance meeting made me aware we could be something serious
What will happen to our two zodiac signs?

One chance meeting
I leave it all behind
First poem on this new site. I have been writing since October. I like to sit in coffee shops and make up stories about me and strangers. :)

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