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 Feb 2017 ajit peter
ryn
Heavy
 Feb 2017 ajit peter
ryn
I amble as if I weigh a tonne

I gasp as if someone has lied

I weep as if I have no words

I mourn as if something has died
 Feb 2017 ajit peter
Rachel Glen
Did she even have to convince you?
Or did you follow along willingly, a puppy with a lead.
How could you not feel the ghost of my kiss upon your lips,
Whispering every single I love you, so softly.
How my hand would trail down your back, wrap around your side,
Tugging you closer to the safety of my heart.
When she gave you that look, I fear you fell headfirst.
Not once did you think of how I felt you so strongly,
As your roots were buried within my very being.
My love, I would have followed you through the valley of death.
But I guess her lips formed the right words, playing your tune so sweetly.
Haven’t you thought of how hard it has been for me,
To stitch up my remaining half of our heart?
The way I’ve bled for you and the future we had at our fingertips.
I’m left to wonder why I couldn’t give you what you wanted,
Why my entire heart and soul wasn’t good enough?
She must have been everything I never was, for you to stray so far.
In this palpable darkness, I fear I’ll never find my way out.
I’ll continue to claw at its edges, while you love another.
Never would I wish you harm, as I’d be my own enemy.
And so, my green eyes, I hope she’s all you could dream of,
I hope she’s worth my shattering world.
 Feb 2017 ajit peter
Ma Cherie
Look out of any window,
an you might not see the sun,
you might just crave dear warmpth,
when each day is fine'ly  done,

From those rays that shine above us,
now a written sky in prose,
look out of any window though,
you might not see a rose,

Though the daylight should still show,
a glimmer through the dark,
to fade through even darkest clouds,
just a tiny bit of spark,

Offers in minute increments of hope.

Ma Cherie © 2017
Idk.
 Feb 2017 ajit peter
anu
Hanging
 Feb 2017 ajit peter
anu
I have decided to stop everything
By stop my living
But I don't want to disturb others smiling
So I will continue this dying
By hanging
In wording
The Musician has a cantering lilt -
Like horses astir
Tis muse's buoyant love song
Accentuated whir -
Without fault or flaw
It begs the heart to adore
And beseech for more

When sounds knell out - joy strikes
Like thunder bolt to head
Song bonds to mind
An endearing tune
To which hearts swoon
Sensing soul refined
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