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 Aug 2021 Rose Cliff
Ay
This one goes deep beyond the surface,
Into the depths of a valley.
It's like losing my way on a late moonless night,
Searching for purpose in hopes of a sign.
Deep between the mountains I hear a melodious chime,
Theres a soul by the river wth mystical light.
In a matter of moments our paths are aligned,
In the depths of the valley beneath the infinite sky.
 Sep 2019 Rose Cliff
are
Why did you have to come into my life
And destroy the self love that took me so long to create overtime
You could've just left me alone
Because now im sitting here wondering why it was so easy for you to let me go
Why did you wait so long to let me know?
That from the start your intentions weren’t profound
Why lead me on with words you didn't’ mean
And send them to every other ******* your screen
I wasn't as special to you as I once believed
Now I feel stupid as I weep
I was fine before I met you
So why make your way in just to make a mark and leave?
If you knew you didn't want me
Why play games and make it seem
Like I was the only girl you wanted to see
 Sep 2019 Rose Cliff
Aseel
I don’t want to be a princess.
I prefer to be a wall
or a shoulder
that some one can lean on
I don’t want to be spoiled
I want to
fight
Get dirt on my clothes
Clean them
search more
fail more
know more
see everything
Try everything
I want to share the road
With some one
Running not carried
I want to look behind
And see MY footprints.
I want to be free
 Sep 2019 Rose Cliff
Zane Smith
I have been
down and confused.
feeling things
I used to
be used to.
it had become
a normal
but now,
it's new again.
feelings of guilt
for missing memories,
because the past
can't come back.
I don't miss the people
I miss the places
I miss the laughs
I miss the late nights
I miss the stupidity
the vulnerability.
 Sep 2019 Rose Cliff
deyrah
So... If, too strong of a belief in a thing, blinds one's eyes and heart.
Then, could we place love under a belief??
If so...
What about lust??
 Sep 2019 Rose Cliff
Levi Johnson
I just have to look
at you
to feel it.

To know it
I have to look
away.

Like the pages
of a book
mid-tornado,

Fragments of
information, the pieces
all out of place.

Still,

I believe you
beg to be
read.
I read those same chapters
Before I go to bed
For there I sleep
And in my dreams
The story ends
I always awake
With tears dried
On my cheeks
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