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  2d Artis
Lyle
too
late
fateful words
reminds me what I've been too late for
too late to whisper I love you
too late to say no
too late to tell the truth
too late to erase a mistake
too late to speak up
too late to try
too late to give a hug
too late to think straight
too late to land
too late to stop you
too
late
fateful words
Artis 5d
A mother’s hands —
Hands that care,
That reach even the deepest
Cells in the body
With a tender touch.

Love —
It can crack and splinter,
But never disappear.

Even on a cold, rainy night,
When you try to hold yourself,
You never forget
A mother’s touch —
Like cherry blossoms
Blooming every spring.

But what happens
When that love
Pulls apart,
Finger by finger,
Bone by bone,
Until it’s all gone?

Who’s going to hold you then?

When a mother’s hands heal no longer,
And all you can do
Is remember how you used to be held —
The notes of her quiet humming
Now seem off-pitch.
do hands deserve fingers
if they do not hold
do ears deserve sound
if they do not listen
do eyes deserve sight
if they do not see

do you deserve love
if you broke me
Artis 7d
If time heals
Why do i hurt myself
Trying to prove to you
I'm no...

MISTAKE.
  Jun 2 Artis
Lyle
when my heart is done aching
the pain moves to my head
the feelings swarm to my mind
because simmering in my heart
does them no good
at least when they make my head ache
they are allowed to boil over
and be released all at once
captured in headache tears
that once were heartache feelings
Artis Jun 2
Running out of pages,
these words—
they turn into
a jumble of thoughts
no one can understand.
A work of art,
running out of ink,
that never came to be.

Roots—
they never blossomed,
they withered away,
drying up
under a pile of soil.

I'm ripping out pages
in anger,
clinging
to words
I might not even believe in.
One by one,
just to leave them
crumbled,
dust,
turning—
into sand.

The wind picks it up,
flipping to the next page,
that’s already starting to crumble.
My pen
starts to write
on its own.
💗
  May 29 Artis
Stardust
This phase in my life,
It's something like a blackout.
No light in sight.

But still...
searching for it.
And gasping,
Gasping for...
air.
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