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 Oct 6 Robert
Jeremy Betts
I don't like how much I cry
But I feel every drop
They are such a constant
I don't know if it'll ever stop
I also don't know what to say
All I can offer is a bucket and a mop
Due to the fact I'm the cause of each one
A truth I have to cop

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The truth isn't glamorous...but it's still the truth
 Oct 6 Robert
Jeremy Betts
I leave her alone
To give her the time
To feed her desires
'Till her own passion expires
And she falls asleep...
...in her preferred alone
So I can then come in
And kick the same tires
Left to fight the nightmares
Of my expressed fears
Of again being unwanted
And then try to sleep...
...in the worst type of alone

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 Oct 6 Robert
Jeremy Betts
Would my last breath
Bring you more relief
Than grief?
With the sod replaced
And me underneath,
Would you feel like your life
Was returned by it's thief?
Would your heart
Match your belief?

...please respond...

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 Sep 30 Robert
Nyx
In a dream
I was sitting on the grass at night
hands splayed behind me to support my weight

I looked up, staring at the same old constellation
until one star at the edge fractured
a few pieces brightly trailing down

and then everything exploded
a nebula bloomed to take up a piece of the sky
celestial green with
an aura pulsing outward in waves
as if calling me to another edge of the universe

I tried to film it
zooming in and the layers kept going
detail upon detail
depth upon depth

now sitting in my bed, I'm wondering what it all means.
Written about one of the most vivid dreams I've had in a long time.

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