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It was a bad idea
Saying hi to you
It was a bad idea
Not walking right away
The very minute you said
I had a lot of baggage
So very offhandedly
It was a bad idea
Sticking around when
You told me things that
Would make me feel worthless
It was a bad idea
Forgiving you
Because maybe I deserved it anyway
It was a bad idea
When I put some distance between us
Only to close it once again
It was a bad idea
When I let you
Apologize to me
For hurting me so many times
When I let you
Try to make amends
It was a bad idea
When I began let my heart soften
Just enough to
Be able to feel once again
My face brighten
At the mere mention of your name
It was a bad idea
Laughing and smiling
At the things you said
It was a bad idea
Looking past all your flaws
And wanting to be there for you
It was a bad idea
Letting you be there for me
It was a bad idea
Doing the practical thing
It was a bad idea
Trying to prove myself
That I really wasn't special at all
It was a bad idea
Finding out that I wasn't after all
And not confronting you about it
It was a bad idea
Pretending like I didn't know
About all those other girls
It was a bad idea
Letting
Confusion
Insecurity
Sadness
Doubt
Grow within myself
It was a bad idea
Finally telling you how I felt
It was a bad idea
Allowing myself to think
That maybe
You were a good one.
Written back in January. I'm gonna disappear for a while again.....toodles.
steam slides stealthy
through demarcated
deadzones

egress in earnest
evades erstwhile
ozone

firmament freedom
fulsome and flatulent

pedantic ponderings
perused by the petulant

Baroque to the Gothic
baleful buttress

hopefully honing
the hooks of
injustice

l sleep in the city
and dream looking
down

men muse in their
countries, and covet

a crown


SøułSurvivør
(C) 7/2/2017
I wanna let u know
I've been talking about u
How I just want ur body next to me
Just so I can feel for how strong u are
How strong we can be together
Yesterday I died, again,
Like all the other days
That came and went before,

But today, when I died,
I can uncomfortably say...
I died a little more.

Anxiety:

It ***** the life right out of me!


By Lady R.F. (C)2017
I had a dream on
The tip of my tongue
That tasted very sweet
I took it off, like a CD
And put it on repeat...

It was like an old-time movie
Framed in black-and-white
A white-chocolate
Licorice drop
It played on
through the night

Then, all of a sudden
The cast of the show changed
Bogie & Bacall became
Something very strange!

They weren't exactly zombies
But they had changed!
Oh, no!
The dream was now
quite bitter
It was a horror show!

Yes! The leading lady
Was a POD PERSON! Man!
As she began her
Tell-tale scream
I took off... I RAN!

Next time you have
A pleasant dream
Remember that
they turn
Sometimes you can
Consume a thought
Which just gives you
heartburn!


Next time you taste
A sweet dream drop
And put it on repeat
Be sure you take
a grip-o-TUMS

'N BE CAREFUL
WHAT YOU EAT!



SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/29/2017
This idea just popped up
OUTA nowhere... LOL!

If you don't get the reference to "Invasion of the Body Snatchers" GET THAT MOVIE!  IT'S GREAT!

Without our knowledge
It happens to YOU
It happens to ME
Oh LOVE,
Tell me about LOVING

The clouds of LOVE
Shadows on YOU and
Rains on me
Oh LOVE,
Tell me about your timing

The water of LOVE
Quenches thirst of YOURS and
Extinguished the fire within me
Oh LOVE,
Tell me about your purity

The flowers of LOVE
Adores your being and
Garlands my soul
Oh LOVE
Tell me about your petals

The sunshine of LOVE
Brighten your path and
Illuminates my journey
Oh LOVE
Tell me about your light

The sands of LOVE
Rests of your oceanic heart and
Blows on my desert soul
Oh LOVE
Tell me about your winds

The fire of LOVE
Burns your heart
Annihilates my soul
Oh LOVE
Tell me about your ferocity

The Nature of LOVE
Makes you THE boy
Makes me THE girl
Oh LOVE
Tell me about our union

Without our knowledge
It happens to YOU
It happen to ME
Oh LOVE,
Tell me about LOVING



He could make flowers grow
in places where there was never any sunlight,

In the deepest, darkest crevices
Of a 24-hour dark world,
A world that was a complete stranger
to broad daylight.

He could make flowers bloom
where, otherwise, other forms of life
would be unable to thrive,

He did this
with his beautiful Rose,
she needed him
to survive,

But,
he needed her too...
he needed her in ways
that no-one could ever understand;
and so, together,
they kept eachother alive.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017
 Jun 2017 archwolf-angel
Isabelle
As the tears are drying
And the heart stops hurting
And the love starts fading





*She also stops writing
Turns out heartbreak and love is her favorite muse.

I miss reading and writing :( Sorry friends, haven't been on the site lately, and I think I'll be gone for some more time..
I badly need a break *sigh*
You’ll have to be insane to
*feel sane.
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