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 Oct 2015 Moksha
thegreatperhaps
Dear you
I loved you so much
maybe a little too much
and if you want the truth
I still do
It hurts to see you happy
hurts to know that
you don't miss me the way I miss you
I just want you to know
that I'm always here
waiting for you
And no matter what you do
no matter what you get into
no matter where you go
or what you say
I still love you
And I guess I always will
 Sep 2015 Moksha
Tristen
Dear
 Sep 2015 Moksha
Tristen
I tried looking into your eyes to make sense of all this mess but I lost my breathe and lost myself in the mess you call your head.

I lost myself in brown eyes that are warm but worn. Now darling I'd rip every thorn from your side just to see that smile shine bright.

I know that head is locked up tight with secrets that just eat you alive and your demons thrive off that ache.

I lost myself in dreams of waking up next to you, it all seems so real but I wake up with no one next to me, no one to feel, I just wish it was real.

I want you to lose yourself in me, so I can clear that mess from your head, so you can be held every time a tear is shed.

And I know so many people would leave you out in the cold but darling I'd hold you so close you'd never be cold again because I just cant let you go through that pain, it drives me insane to know that everything is picking at your brain.

Know your burdens are shared and I'll be ****** to leave you all  alone, because being alone is what tears my skin apart and breaks my bones but with you I fell less of that and more warmth in my heart and less mess in my own head.

I love you in the purest form of who you are and who you are going to be, I love in the best and worst of your days, I swear it'd never bother me.

I lost myself in you, I don't know how but I'm glad I did.
When I was just three
I was given a tin drum
I played it all day
and into the evening
next day I could not find it
 Sep 2015 Moksha
Roo
my demon is me
 Sep 2015 Moksha
Roo
How do you explain to somebody who can't listen?
I was just drowning in a pool of sadness
that wasn't in your back garden.

And whilst you're concentrating on expanding
I'm only forced to shrink.
Do you know what it feels like to shrink?
My mind has malformed, distorted and mutilated from my body.
I am no longer, but a figure.
An unnatural abomination that threatened your existence.
I am unadulterated; reverberating,
creating noises through your bones that no man would choose to face.

My demon is me for I am hatred
and I stick around in your blood to convince you that I never left.
 Sep 2015 Moksha
raine cooper
sometimes i go outside
i look at the sky
and wonder
will i ever see your face

the wind kisses my skin
gently blowing lace from my shoulder
and i can't tell you
how many times
i've imagined it's your hands

sometimes i go outside
to undress with the sky & the stars
and every time i do
i hope the night has come,
and he is watching
©rainecooper
 Sep 2015 Moksha
Kathryn Paige
It's hard to hear,
"I love you"
when it's only
lies that spill
out of your mouth;
a bittersweet moment that
I would rather sit in silence to
then witness.

And you'll never care that
I'm drowning,
only that I
hold your head
above the waves
as I sink a little deeper
with every break in the sea.

But I will continue
to love you
with every ounce
of my being
because my heart
holds no sympathy
over me.

-k.w//worlds apart
 Sep 2015 Moksha
A
the pitter-patter of your paws on the floor
as you wobble around
So careless and free,
Your big beady eyes looking up at me

every day is an adventure
A new quest, a new journey
because all your little heart desires is
To explore, to hear and see everything

Just the strum of the guitar
sends you running carelessly towards me;
I never knew that such a little creature
Could make me so happy

You knock over my trash can
And spill all my drinks
But without you
I'm not quite sure where I would be

You cheer me up when I'm sad
With your brown fur and webbed feet
I'm very lucky to have you in my life, for
When you're around, I'll never be lonely.
A silly little poem for my ferret, Liezla
 Sep 2015 Moksha
Sean Hastings
I write for many reasons
I write to express things I’ve
Kept bottled up for too long
I write for the people out there
Who share a small smile at the
Fact they know  exactly  what
Is going on with me
I write for the people who read what
I write because they support me as
Much as they can and especially in this
I write for the people who these anonymous
Poems go to in hopes they see it’s about them
And how I’m feeling
But I think I write most of all to not
Be forgotten. That at some point when
I leave this place I won’t just be a dead
Branch on an old family tree that’s never
Talked about. I write so that maybe some
Future person will read it and think how
Much this important and contribute to
Whatever they call this age in future books
I write to never be forgotten and who can
Blame me? Doesn’t everyone want to be
*Immortal?
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