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 Sep 2012 Catie
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Unspoken!
 Sep 2012 Catie
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It's been 23 years since I first saw you
The feelings never changed one bit
I try to run away from you
I'm halfway around the world now
But the memory of your sweet smile never left me
That's because I never let you go
You don't even know you still mean everything to me

When I chanced across a picture of you today
Smiling at the most beautiful child in your arms
Your smile told me you're happy,
That was all I ever wanted you to be
Of course I wish I was with you
But I always knew it was not meant to be

I know I'll never speak to you
And you'll never smile at me
But what I feel for you goes beyond that
Your happiness means everything to me
A corner of my being is always there for you.

I think of you all the time
Sometimes I even dream of you
When that happens it makes my day
For I carry the memory of the dream with me

I'm known to be very pragmatic
I know its silly to hold on to memories that never were
But I'll keep whatever memory I have of you

The few smiles I have of you will remain
That's how I will always remember you

I just wanted to say *I'll always love you!
 Sep 2012 Catie
Shel Silverstein
Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?
 Sep 2012 Catie
William Alexander
I found dusk in you,
welcomed it willingly.
Almost forgot dawn.
 Sep 2012 Catie
Zaina R
On, Off
 Sep 2012 Catie
Zaina R
I miss you.
Do i have a right to say that?

I hate when you do this.
Why all those messages all of a sudden?
Do you think i will forget you.

No contact for days, Then i'm fine
But then when you come back and then suddenly disappear.
I have to start the processes again.

On, off, On off,  Missing you, loving you
And then forgetting you, except but never,
Just learning how to live with out you.

On, Off
 Sep 2012 Catie
brooke
Brett.
 Sep 2012 Catie
brooke
Do you ever feel the innocence slip
away from every corner till
the last bit you knew was gone
the last bit that wasn't yours to preserve
wasn't yours to protect
wasn't yours to keep
as if the one person you tried to save
couldn't be saved
couldn't be saved
couldn't be saved
(c) Brooke Otto
 Sep 2012 Catie
Megan Galema
Replay
 Sep 2012 Catie
Megan Galema
I'll never forget that day.
It's stuck in my mind,
like a record put on replay.
There's nothing you can do.
It's intertwined into your brain,
infused just like glue.
It started out normal.
Then, boom!
I was swept off my feet,
except without a broom.
And I understand,
that things happen.
Things out of your hands
and I try to take control
then all of a sudden,
my heart turns to cold,
but I'm not dead.
Blood flows through my body,
except in my head.
The record stuck on replay takes over.
I don't remember,
the last time I was sober.
The memory persists,
and I wish it didn't exist.
But, I'll always be reminded of the day.
Because the record is stuck,
and it's playing on replay.
 Sep 2012 Catie
A Duvall
idk
 Sep 2012 Catie
A Duvall
idk
so i lost my mind today.
in a simple sweep,
like the wind.
i forgot my lies today.

they emptied out of their host.
all of my sad sayings,
my rotten words,
they finally ate through..

their clutches tore right through my skin
They broke me till they could no longer hold
and i was left
in this mess
surrounded
by my bruised up soul.
Ghastly shadows crowd the alley;
The sun sinks into the sky.
A vast consuming darkness
Fills the space twixt you and I.

A thousand turns of the hourglass
Can’t rewind to the time before,
When things could have gone quite differently,
But that’s a time beyond locked door.

Things might have gone quite differently,
A toss of a coin, a chance to speak,
But turns of events had another plan,
Leaving us separate, weary, and weak.

And now time is turning,
Another day has gone past.
The time gone by is farther now,
But memories will always last.
 Aug 2012 Catie
Emily Dickinson
1680

Sometimes with the Heart
Seldom with the Soul
Scarcer once with the Might
Few—love at all.
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