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I truly believe that there’s still someone out there
with a writer’s soul and a passionate heart,
one who would kiss me with words
that reach up to the vast galaxy
and pick out stars for me,
one who would embrace me with warm arms
that hold secrets intact
and never let them go,
one who would cry seven oceans
if ever he sees my heart shatter like a broken mirror.
I have faith and hope
that the universe still has that one person for me.

I believe that you exist.
I believe that you’re not just a figment of my imagination
or another character in one of my favorite books.
I believe in your existence
and the path that you’re on
that will soon cross mine.
Still looking for him. Quite desperately, if it's not that obvious.
These feelings need to die
Because they aren't doing me any good.
They've already grown roots-
Holding onto the deepest part of my mind.
& it *****.
It really really *****.
Cause it's all I think about.
It's all I see when I turn around.
& I know, oh, I know,
How dangerous these thoughts can be.
So I'll grab a knife to
Cut out these silly little feelings.
I'll take a hammer
And nail my heart up.
I'll layer bricks high
Just to keep you out of sight.
& though it might hurt just a tad,
It's probably better this way.
June 02, 2013
There comes a point in life,
when you find someone you love.
They wanna be more than friends,  
but thats not what you're thinking of.  
Putting yourself in the position,
where you might not ever be friends.  
Is not what you applied for,
not a message you want to send.
You dont know how to tell them,
or even how to explain.
You try to walk it off,
but instead it starts to rain.  
The weight upon your should,  
with every footstep on the ground.
Each one seems to get heavier,
their voice the only sound.
Choices seem to be flowing,  
inside your thought filled head.
Everystep picking your path,
for your journey up ahead.
Make sure you think things over,  
before you break their heart.
There  comes a point  in  life,
when you can't always restart.  

Always,
          Taemica Hammick   6-1-10
this is goood...
There aren’t a lot of things in this world that make me truly happy; in fact upon further reflection, there's nothing at all that completely does other than you, things merely distract me from the inescapable fact that I've been perpetually lonely my entire life up to this point. Only the thought of you distracts me long enough to make time without you bearable, to make me hold on just a little longer to see you again so you can fill the void in my soul that has been eating at my stomach since you left. I love you like this. And when you aren’t around me images of you age backwards in my memory and comfort me to the point of almost wholeness and at the same time a vast emptiness. Knowing that thoughts of you aren’t the same as your lips on my forehead and that they don’t fix the loneness I tend to align myself with without you here. When you’re gone I stick my hands in my pockets more. I thumb the hole in the bottom of that fabric feeling for the last penny to my name and realizing that it slipped down through that whole, through my pant leg, onto strange and unknown ground. That is something like how I feel without you. Like how I can remember touching you at some point and wanting to hold onto you for dear life but the second I let go, you fell through a hole that I couldn’t follow you through. So now I am penniless. That is the most heart sinking feeling. Being so lonely that my heart swells with heavy emptiness; it falls through my body down to my feet and I am forced to stomp on it with every step I take. Each stride squeezing out more and more blood so that by the time I have walked miles to see you again I pass out in your arms.  I tell you, “Lovely to see you again, I missed you so much.” Then I am happy and whole again.
Work in process.
 Jul 2014 Little Bird
Derek Wings
I was in the perfect position
everything was in place
then my pulse started to race
and i made a terrible decision
while in a liquid induced trance
that cost me my one and only chance

I did something foolish
she's as beautiful as a fresh bloomed flower
so i told her i wanted more
i gave her my doomed power

so now she wants me no more
the mystery that surrounded me has vanished
any rising feelings for me banished
her past is her fear and her heart is soar

the worst part....
these words that escaped the cage of my heart
through the trap door underneath my tongue
the same ones the threw water upon the embers
of a fire that could have outlasted time its self
came from a night
i don't even remember
 Jul 2014 Little Bird
amrutha
I would paint your sky a thousand colors, if I could
And inspire the restlessness in your heart;
I would give to you a million stars, if I could
If I could, I'd gift you a new start.
 Jul 2014 Little Bird
Janessa
In my storm
you were the gentle whisper
that calms the mad waves..*
A stray of light
from summer sun
that gives warmth in the cold
This battle I fought alone is no more,
with your touch that fills up what’s missing
Emptiness is no more with just a breath that I take from you
You willingly offered,
Forgetting everything that should matter
For a moment, though I know this is not love
But for the first time, I felt right
Even if it is wrong
I don’t know what you see in me
I don’t know if I deserve this
But somehow I know
These memories with you
I will cherish and keep
The soothing words of want and admirations

I don’t want to know when this ends
I just want to live for a moment
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