Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
  May 2016 Natasha Meyer
Stephan
Ink
-
Ink

Splattered
Caressed
Spilled
Coerced
Guided
Spun
Picked
Woven
Imagined
Felt
Bled
Sighed
Cried
Laughed­
Offered
Shared
Drenched
Spread
Heated
Smeared
Dreamt
Drained
Truthful


Poetry
Anymore you'd like to add?
Picked suggested by Thomas
Drained suggested by Lady RF.
Natasha Meyer May 2016
I don’t know what to say
Since an apology is irrelevant.
They way forward seem shrouded with animosity and regret.
But I know I love you.
Unfortunately love does not overcome everything
Despite what people say.
Sometimes hurt and animosity smothers love,
it rests comatose somewhere in a white germ-infested state,
where it lies dormant kept alive with life support.
All it needs is for someone to flick the switch
Through the years, our kids, our home was that life support,
and I know once that is gone, the power will fail
With no backup generator and no hope for life
It’s no secret, that love is running out of time
Each labored breath, drawing love closer
to an eternal grave, cold and lifeless
Love Hurt Animosity Death
Natasha Meyer May 2016
There was a time
When animosity throttled me
Draining my life force
Slowly but Surely

But that time has passed
I've grown stronger
Or have I just grown
subtly ignorant

Where did my emotions go
Why can't I feel the pain
Without it I'm nothing
With it I'm something

If we are not worth fighting for
Then why bother
If there's nothing left to say
Why do we pray

Pain and Love
Goes hand in hand
Like Night and Day
A seasonal display

What is the night
Without a bright day
Nothing but Darkness
a Chaotic disarray
Natasha Meyer May 2016
Is it the truth we live
Or is it a lie within
What is in a smile
If the eyes are bleak
Cloaked in the pain
We try to fight in vain
Endless endeavors
To be what is expected
An vicious circle
Never ending.
Natasha Meyer May 2016
My soul is bereft
Stuck in desolation
In a colorless world
I sit and wait for the end
Silent songs mourn my death
My spirit buried
Beneath the canopy of trees
Blocking out the sunlight
I once yearned for
A deafening silence
Stifles the beat of my heart
Once so proudly shrouded
In joy and laughter
Now nothing but a rock
Cold and hard
Natasha Meyer May 2016
It's the beauty of rain
That washes away my pain
As it showers down
My heartache drowns
Quitening the anger
That causes havoc in my soul
My emotions comatosed
I feel no more
As talent drained from every inch of my mind
I found reading other's work only made me jealous
                   I started to feel unpopular
          Not enough ideas left to create anything at all. Not a single drop of inspiration.

      As all of theses emotions and realizations mixed together

I became okay with copying your work.

       I can imagine you slaving in the dark
Racking your brain to find the perfect words to finish the last line


       Lucky for me I have it all right here, completed and ready to post
     Finished and polished and prepackaged with a message I didn't think of but everyone will commend me for.




    *I hope you enjoy it.
Not actually plagiarized. Just tired of seeing others plagiarize on here.
Next page