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 Dec 2015 Snizzlefish
Batool
I hope that one day
fate will bring someone
in my life
with whom
i'll live my
"Happy Everafter"
Who will love me
when my face
will be wrinkled
and i'll be no longer
beautiful
who will have
to loudly ask
for his glasses
as i may not be
wearing my hearing aids
Who will just smile
and tell me
where my stick is
as i may suffer
from a slight dementia
and
who'll just hold
my hand and
reassure me
that it was just a cat
running on the roof
of OUR house
and there is
nothing to worry about !!
raindrops travel
down the pane
no two alike
no path the same

roses blooming
on the heath
are all the same
scent beneath

how alike
and yet diverse
logic rendered
in reverse!

no color
creed
ideology
can make a man
bond or
FREE

let's all move
forward
tho we plod
we're the
manifold
glory
of
a
loving

GOD**


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/29/2015
all rights protected
in the eyes of our
Creator
we are
ALL THE SAME

a begger in Calcutta
is as important as the
Queen of England

can you dig it?


---
When you told me you loved me again
you were wearing the same shirt as
when you told me you just wanted to be friends and
I had to stare at the same buttons through the same tears
because I knew it couldn’t be true.

This was after we sat at the same table
where we celebrated a year of memories
after we threw them out only to recreate them now.
And I’m unaware if you had more or less to drink now
than the night you first told me you loved me.
All I know for sure is that you had the same tears in your eyes
as the time you called me wonderful as you call me amazing now.

Wonderful was only enough for the 39 days after you first said you loved me
and amazing was only enough for a suspended five days and I was right.

You asked me to stay knowing you were going to leave
and I should have known because you’re always the one to leave and I’m always the one to stay but as we both drive away from the place that birthed us I can’t be mad at it or
sad for what we lost because there is nothing to return to.
We over stayed our welcome, we wore out what we built by going in circles,
dancing with the same issues,
and orbiting around the same moon and me and you and her.

There’s the expression of beating a dead horse with a stick and we are the horse and the stick,
we were waves that kept hitting the same shore and
we’ve hung ourselves out to dry and
we are now an aftertaste in the back of my mouth.
Hopefully the end of a collection of you
 Dec 2015 Snizzlefish
Yasmine
When you said hello,
I said goodbye to every other person
I had ever met

When you said goodbye,
I heard goodbye from every other person
All in one moment
To you,
who's feeling empty,
whose life is lost in the sea,
who's broken into pieces,
whose body is full of bruises,
who's full of hatred,
whose love has just faded,
who's behind the bars,
whose night has no stars,
who's suffering from sickness,
whose spirit is as its weakness,
who's in so much pain,
whose thoughts can't be explained,
who's having a troubled heart,
whose living is like an unattractive art,
who's thinking what this life means,
whose soul is unclean,
who's filled up with this world's love,
whose eyes aren't focus above,
who's just waiting to die,
whose eyes are full of sighs,

You must have cried hard,
for your life's scarred.
No reason for you to be merry,
and all you want is to be set free.
May this season be a reminder to you,
that love came down for you and yes it's true.
Jesus the Son of God was born for you,
to save you from sins– a priceless rescue!
He will be the hope of your heart,
the One who will give you a beautiful start.
Today, choose to look at God Almighty,
and He will be an enough reason for your heart to be merry.

*-Steph Dionisio, December 24, 2015
Dedicated to people who are facing different kinds of trials in life and those who don't have a reason to be merry this Christmas season.
 Dec 2015 Snizzlefish
Sara Jones
Once, I told you goodbye.
It was bitter and **** and my mind would race
My heart would cry and try to keep pace
But every time i opened my eyes,
They would water and my soul would die.
I smoked a cigarette in memory of you,
Drank a bottle of ***** and ran away from it all through
Thick and thin I would still stay
But then I remembered I pushed you away

Once, I told you goodbye.
I cried and cried once I woke
Sobering me up was certainly no joke
And once my eyes rested on pictures of his smile
My heart couldn't help but palpitate for a while

I know it's my fault and I know I shouldn't cry
But I'm sorry he was my everything
And I just let it die.
I don't know what I'm doing now
When shes standing there
Upset with you cause
You left her,
When she needed you most
You left her,

Would you stand and fight?

When shes crying in front of her
Broken because
You left her,
When she wanted you so badly
You left her,

Would you tell her to get over it?

When shes trembling before you
Torn inside because
You left her,
When she swore she missed you more
You left her,

*Would you get up and leave?
No. . .
No you wouldn't. When shes upset, you know you comfort her and tell her you're sorry, you tell her you didn't mean it and it won't happen again.
When shes crying you hug her, whether she wants it or not. You hug her, tell her its all gonna be okay, that you love her and even though shes crying shes still the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. Because she ****** well is!
When shes trembling you take her in your warm embrace, you show her you never meant to hurt her. That you know what you did without words and are there. That you really do love her.
I would know... I made all the wrong choices... I made mistakes. When I should've heeded my own advice.
I love you. . . And aint a ****** thing gonna change that *** **
 Dec 2015 Snizzlefish
antxthesis
I could say I am a ball of contradictions,
confusions and delusions
But I'm no ball,
I'm no perfect shape.

Rather,
I'm just pieces of different debris
And forsaken things,
Like the broken arm off a kid's doll
Thrown together,
In attempts to make something.

And in attempts to make something of myself,
I lost you and
I came up with nothing.
I stare at my reflection in the mirror
But all I see is an empty, yet full frame.

I feel so empty,
I've left you in people and things
I've worn myself out trying to find you
and I'm tired.

I'm empty, yet full.
Full of things that aren't me
Full of little pieces I've kept from many old you's
Hoping to one day find the real you.

I'm tired, tired of roaming in different directions,
Spinning in different circles
And scaling hills and valleys,
To find you

I'm tired of looking in empty trashcans,
And through the cracks in sidewalks,
And in people,
To find you.

I'm tired of seeking and not finding.
Dear old self, can you stop hiding?
This game of hide and seek is getting pretty tiring.

h.s
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