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When the night is dark
And full of pain
I hear your voice
I see your face
I’ve got the world to give
And nothing to gain
Love will lose
But not in vain

I do not shine like a morning rose
Though it is the thorns, not the petals you chose
And the wound in my heart, it grows and grows
What was once a fire must have froze

Instead I gleam like polished knives
A vessel at best that’s broken inside
I seem to see what others can’t find
And when we stand the test of time
I like to run, you like to hide

I toss and turn in my empty bed
Avoiding the spot where you laid your head
I brought you peace with the words I read
I should have been resting myself instead

I can feel your presence slipping away
And heartache is the price I pay
Where there is a will there is a way
I want to heal, you want me to stay

So I mourn over an empty grave
For what I tried but could not save
See, you like paths that are not paved
Just please
Do not get lost

And when our ties should finally sever
I tried to warn you
I’d not be here forever
 Jul 2017 Ashna Alee Khan
Shaxy
In my desperate search for true love;
I lost myself.
This was a huge surprise for me; totally unexpected! Thank you :3
Some of us here, write about hope while others write about pain.
Some of us here, write about love and that which keeps us sane.

Others write about Death and the souls she just adored.
Penning out their sorrow, the mournful cries strike a chord.

Then are those who write about things and faces that they know.
Describing perfect places, landscapes wrought with snow.

Me? I'm just here venting, it's a need. This urge to write.
Cut off my hands, if you please. I'll bleed a novel out of spite.
I Dreamt a Dream! what can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen:
Guarded by an Angel mild;
Witless woe, was neer beguil’d!

And I wept both night and day
And he wip’d my tears away
And I wept both day and night
And hid from him my hearts delight

So he took his wings and fled:
Then the morn blush’d rosy red:
I dried my tears & armd my fears,
With ten thousand shields and spears.

Soon my Angel came again;
I was arm’d, he came in vain:
For the time of youth was fled
And grey hairs were on my head
 Jun 2017 Ashna Alee Khan
Curing
If there is pain, In This Moment, face it
If there is peace, In This Moment, embrace it
If there is love, In This Moment, receive it
If you're here, In This Moment, don't leave it
 Jun 2017 Ashna Alee Khan
Marrisa
Who am I?
Was I sent here just to die?
Have you found my lost and wandering soul?
I came to find what this world has to offer,
But I guess I was mistaken.
While my heart was breaking
I had no other place to go;
Alone in this beaten place
I came to face
The one who held me in His embrace.
But I still ponder and sometimes wonder
Who I am...
Where I began...
Am I home?
Or was I mistaken all over again?
A black heart
Spray painted white,

Blacker than black,
Darker than night.

A smiling face
Bearing a back-stabbing knife,

A two-faced body;
A sold soul, at costly price!

By Lady R.F. (C)2017
God have mercy on their souls.
Shame on them!
i can barely breathe
the weight inside my chest
is weighing me down
dragging me further
into the darkness below
and i don't know
how much longer i can
hold on
letting go.
Fake a smile
Fake a fist
It is all synthetic
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