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I heard silence...

In the seconds before I started
In the spaces between my heartbeats
In the breaths I held 'til words were said
I heard silence before secrets were revealed

I hear silence...

In the aftermath of a loud fight
In the emptiness filling my heart
In the vacant space they are leaving behind
I hear silence while I'm falling apart

I'll hear silence...

In the dark as I decide I'm done
In the calm caused by feeling nothing
In the air when my last breath is gone
I'll hear silence after I'm finished living

I was silent** before they thought to listen
I am silent while I decide to just surrender
I'll be silent after I'm forgotten
I'll stay silent 'til I'm the dust making stars flicker
After countless revisions and edits. I'm actually happy to post this. Feedback, please? :D
Your nickname for me would sound wrong from another's lips.
Quick 10W.
I want to run away.
Don't make me stay,
I'm a suicidal case.
Don't look at my face.

There's tears falling down,
As I dream about drowning.
On my face there's a frown.
Please God, get me out of this town.
White dress brushes snow,
Hair as red as weirwood leaves.
The wedding proceeds.

White branches reach out,
Leaves as ****** as its tears.
The wooden face weeps.

White smiles show malice,
Darker than her deepest fears.
Tonight she won't sleep.
Three haikus. Sansa Stark married Ramsay ******* Bolton. Hate that guy.
He asks her to write a song for him,
She composes for him, her poetry...
                                                      ­  
                                                        He asks her to tell him a bed-time story
                                                        Sh­e lulls him with her poetry...

He asks her to sing a song for him,
She recites to him her poetry...

                                                     ­            He asks her to dance with him,
                                                            ­   She moves him with her poetry...
                                                  
He asks her, to be his girl.
She smiles, *and gives him her poetry...
Poetry is what makes her.
Draft.
there will only be two things that will happen to you:

either you end up in my poems of heartbreak, remorse, and sadness,
or,
you end up beside me with my hand in yours.
****

Went to the toilet and saw a floating ****,
not flushing is so **** absurd.
Pushed the handle and found out why,
what happened next made me cry.
Brown water coming to the top,
tried everything but it wouldn't stop.
Water and turds all over the floor,
this is something, I didn't ask for.
Squeezed my nose and grabbed a plunger,
it's a good thing I used to be a plumber.
I can feel the turds oozing through my toes,
man this **** really blows.
Finally I got the water to go down,
the once white tile is now covered brown.
Smells so bad, I started to gag,
got some paper towels, a mop and a bag.
Sprayed Fabreze as much as I could,
puked on the floor where I stood.
Took an hour, but the bathroom is clean,
never have I seen something so obscene.
Jumped myself in the shower,
gave myself one hell of a scour.
Suddenly up from the drain,
another ****, I couldn't detain.
There it was laughing at me,
this **** is ****** up, wouldn't you agree.
Maybe this is the famous Mr. Hankey,
this South Park character is making me cranky.
Everywhere I looked, all day I saw ****,
it was like a nightmarish continuous loop.
Just couldn't get turds off my mind,
for the first time in my life, I wish to be blind.
For now on my bathroom is the back yard,
who would have thought turds would leave me scarred.
Why do you say you miss me?
There's no need to tell lies.
Why do you say you miss me?
When I won't give us another try.

Why do you say you miss me?
Now that you can't see me everyday.
Why do you say you miss me?
While you give other kisses away.

Why do you say you miss me?
Only talking to me over the phone.
Please don't say you miss me
when what you miss is not being alone.
Take care of me,
Be there for me.
Never discourage me,
Love me unconditionally.
You're supposed to be my mother.
But you treat me like I'm nothing.
I'm sick of your constant disrespect,
The loss of love in your eyes that makes me want to cry,
It's itching inside of the back of my mind.
And someday I'll say goodbye to you,
You won't want me to,
But you can't make me stay.
You're not my mom.
But until then,
I'll be walking in the rain.
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