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 Aug 2012 ASB
Moris
Not because you choose to, but because you cannot.
Feelings such as love do not wash in and away from shorelines.
It breaches levies.
If you don't love me now, you never will.
Because you cannot.
I am the tide.
And that is all,
Lust swelled me in.
Emotion pulled me under.
And consistency dragged me back.
I cannot compel you to think of me.
I cannot focus your wandering eye.
I can only accept what is true.

Reality of an unrequited heart.
Oceans and the riptide tearing me apart
O' sailer wondered to here
In a nights course of dreaming I lay here in fear.
No returns and no tomorrow
I gave you my heart
And now you return it back with a fee
Tainted ***** of  salty ocean ****,  
algae .
As if I have the stability anymore to recollect:
I don't.
 Jun 2012 ASB
Jellyfish
Constant changes, never defined,
she's constant beauty to be so kind.
Her gracious smile at times in year
do try to hide her more careful tear
that falls upon the earth again
she waits not long to pour more pain.
We the people do predict
her deceitful ways, her cunning tricks.
After all her hated nuisance cries
she teases us with better lies
but still it seems we haven't learnt,
without her change, we're artlessly burnt.
Her rays, what beauty does so hide
a poison bite that takes a life.
It fools my eyes, my head, my trust,
for constant beauty's merely lust.
Although I am sure you will have gathered this yourself, yes, the poem is about the weather.
 Jun 2012 ASB
Jellyfish
If I am to stop and actually think,
why I spill this indelible ink.
Why I allow my heart to be opened,
to fill other minds with a yellowish pink.
I come to conclude that I can't help but try
to poison your minds with love such as mine.
I have too much, I'm trying to share.
To prevent overfilling a venomous care.

I can not sleep because reality's better.
She's still in my mind.
I still can't forget her.
I'd rather not judge for imaginary's nicer.
I know she's quite quirky
but that's why I love her.
I still can not know because guessing is sweeter.
We talk less than I'd like,
I'm just happy to meet her.

Pick the one who's just out of reach.
Pick the one where your chances are mythical.
Pick the one that you know you can't breach.
Pick her just right and your heart will go critical.
 Jun 2012 ASB
Allison Hill
******* and twisted
In all of its mystics
The orange leaves sing me
An imaginary song
This is the place I am
Comfortable in.

The cold strips away
Everything on the trees
Leaving them dead and frozen
The wind contains malice
Meant to destruct the peace
Of Autumn.
 Jun 2012 ASB
Ian Webber
I tried to listen to everything she said.
I tried to keep every demand in my head.
Too bad she took away from me
everything except being lonely.

Armed with a smile, the cause of my tears
She was the best at augmenting my fears.
Learning to fight isn’t so hard.
Learning to submit will leave you scarred.

Building a wall was like Right or Wrong
Right until she said so, but it only lasted so long.
Sinner or saint, it didn’t really matter,
She could always take you on and leave you in tatters.

It’s so hard to hate that which you love
But love’s too abstract for anyone of the above.
If she had given me but one good thing to keep
Perhaps then I might now be able to weep.
 Jun 2012 ASB
Jellyfish
I dreamt that I'd tell you,
  I dreamt I'd convince you.
I dreamt you would love me
and I too would love you.
I dreamt of perfection,
a dream so romantic.
I dreamt you would smile
and carefully panic.
I dreamt you would hug me.
  I dreamt we would both see,
together we're better -
  I dreamt you weren't choosy.
I dreamt up the ways
of how I could tell you.
I dreamt up bouquets
and a time and place too.
I dreamt that I told you.
  I dreamt that I could do.
I dreamt that it happened.
  I dreamt of a breakthrough.

instead i told you
at 3am   drunk   on facebook
*and i took it back the next morning
The pain hurts less than regret.
 Jun 2012 ASB
Roberta Day
Go Away
 Jun 2012 ASB
Roberta Day
Step back, away from my zone
of comfort; your presence stands
my hairs on end, and I pretend
I am not annoyed, but what good is
subtle sarcasm and lackadaisical
tone when speaking to an outdated
mindset with little room left to grow
if the satisfaction of your reaction is
not delivered nor comprehended?
 Jun 2012 ASB
Marie Rose
Horizon
 Jun 2012 ASB
Marie Rose
I watched the sun set from my rear view mirror,
And this is how life feels lately.
Copyright Marie Hess 2005
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