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There's a silence between us
unspoken of
a void,
if I dare say.

There are times
we may be close
but we are more unknown
to each other
than we really think.

Friend,
why are you so distant?
I understand
that you understand
that people come and go

But
why push me away?
I want to say
that it's okay
for longer
I want to stay.

I understand
that you're use to losing people
and you're no longer afraid
should I leave you.

True,
I do not know what goes on
in the depths of your mind
in the abyss of this great sea.

I do not know
the battles you've faced
the demons you have fought
the nightmares that choke
the reality out of you.

I may not know
what it feels like
to have severe anxiety,
to have panic attacks every once in a while,
to have social problems,
the list will go on...

I may not know everything about you
But I know this:
you are the most honest person
I have ever met.
And this honesty,
honestly, I must say,
It is bittersweet.

Truth be told,
I may not like everything you say
But I accept it.

Because,
What is truth if it doesn't hurt?

I don't know
why you are silent.
Maybe you figured,
without me
or anybody for that matter
that you'll be strong.

Don't get me wrong,
I know you are strong.
But you are also wrong
about one thing.

You may think I will leave you
Maybe, but still
not immediately
not yet.

I will keep waiting
right here, if you need a friend.
If time should separate us,
or you push me away and grow cold,
I'll still be here.

I'll still be
your friend.
I'm still here.
 Jun 2017 alexia maragh
Ma Cherie
I want to write some poetry
or type some text to you
but my brain is on some overload,
an I think it's turning blue

an not my shade of indigo,
as that's my favorite hue,

but more like blue of sadness deep
in an oceanic wave,

I hope it's not tsunami like
an if-
I pray to save,

The memories of you an I
the ones I've colored red,
as beautiful those memories are
to treasure when I'm dead,
but for now-
I'll just go back to sleep
an rest my weary head,

an hope to see some beautiful
an different colors,
again come the sun.

Ma Cherie © 2017
Idk ugh lol hope you are all well!
 Jun 2017 alexia maragh
A
Love
 Jun 2017 alexia maragh
A
"I love you,"

I said.

He replied,

"Good night."

That night

I knew

what love was for me

was a dream to him
sad
I can't remember the day we met
I only remember the invite you sent
It was amazing what we held
It even was the best *** I ever had
You are my lust with a touch of pain
I tried to build something but all in vain
Because you are the blues you are my pain
I miss you so much, I miss you eyes
Because you are the blues you are my pain
I dream of you and I love your strain
You are the blues and you are my pain
I met someone, I lost someone
 May 2017 alexia maragh
Renée C
The wind plays with my hair like a lover. 
I'm left disheveled and laughing.  
I'm drunk on sunlight and that particular shade of blue
of skies that have secrets, and they're not telling.
©Renée Casey May 2017
For months a stood at the edge of a cliff
Starring into your dreamy eyes feeling
Fulfilled. Happy. Complete.
I had found what appeared to be my soulmate. My everything.
During the storms, I stood by you, helped you through because i kept believing in my own Cinderella story.
One thing though...
I never saw it coming, hearing you say you're in love with someone else.
I refused to believe you because you kept holding on.
But my tear soaked pillow cases, utter a different sordid fairytale.
I never expected you to push me off, to watch me fall into a seemingly bottomless pit of heartbreak. Of sadness and disappointment.
In losing you I lost myself. My confidence. My will to carry on. My dreams which had somehow intertwined themselves with the idea of me and you.
With  passing moment,
I only hope that in this beautiful ruin I have become,
I will rise again like the sun does; after the long dark cold days of winter.
I can only hope to shed myself of all these scars like the trees do at the dawn of autumn.
I can only hope for a constant experience  of growth, of renewal of the rebirth of something extraordinarily beautiful.
I can only hope that like Spring, i can be free, I can blossom and stand once again against and among the elements and soar.
But most importantly, that like Summer, I can shine:
And once again believe in love
 May 2017 alexia maragh
Mat Jones
Like a darkman's cowl
I've seen light more than twice
And darkness more than thrice
Like a wolfman without a howl

Like a moon without a glow
All these feelings I'll never show
Some things I'll never do
I'll never do these things with you
A group poem co-authored by Brent Demirkan
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