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I’m moving on
I feel many rocks slowly
Lifting off.
I’m feeling a lil sense of happiness.
I used to think it was ****** up for me to say & feel this way .
It’s actually not.
I’m unhappy
All I do is hurt & cry heavily .
I shouldn’t care
If he reflects sadness on me.
Making me feel like the bad guy.
Always faulting and blaming me.
I shouldn’t care for his loneliness .
I shouldn’t stay anymore .
I’m tired of satisfying him
For him to **** me over again.
This is ok for me to feel.
It’s ok for me to want to leave
& say bye bye dear.
All I do is cry and hate myself.
I’m happy I’m finally coming to an agreement within myself.
Letting go
It remains in the present .
Happened 1/2/3/4/5 yrs ago.
They always got pushed away & forced to be forgotten.
It remains in the present.
No solution was ever talked out.
The problems repeated itself.
Through out the years.
It remains in the present.
Trust was broken .
Never once has it been attempted to get fixed just worsens.
“It was the past !”
My feelings pushed under the rug.
Never acknowledged.
The past holds unsolved heartbreaks.
The past holds tear drops that still tear now.
The past holds “forgiving actions”
That still happen.
Click click
Light that cigarette
Take your mind off the woman
Who took your heart away

The first time you saw her
She felt like sunshine on a rainy day
But everytime you were close enough to touch her
She would fade between the clouds

And everytime you were close enough to hear her
She would forget what she was saying

Blame not the ones
Who haven't learned how to love
All their lives
They have lived in a shell

Try to remove her
Without breaking her shell
 Apr 2018 Becky Littmann
Poetic T
Hearts are broken
            with crumbled regret.

Words are neglected
             without our thoughts.

Were discarded, and our feelings crumpled.
 Apr 2018 Becky Littmann
Poetic T
We are only woven as strong
       as the silk that binds us.

It may fray,
            it may discolour,
    but never will it break.

For it has a beauty that
            will still hold beauty,
    will be cleansed of any impurity.

We collect our weaves of silken humility,
                  for our humanity is soft and pliable.

It may fray, be discoloured,
            but It will always be strong.
Humanity is beauty beneath the dirt.
Seeing you standing there
A sight for blind eyes
Took me by surprise
Lies being spread
By the sadness on your face
A disguise, you're a disgrace
What you did to me
Will never be forgotten
Rotten to your core
I'm just surprised
I didn't notice it before
Don't look at me
Don't speak to me
You're dead to me
I'm glad it's over
I'm thrilled we're done
But don't you worry
I'll be sure to tell everyone
No one will ever forget
You'll be the one
With all the regrets
In my mind
Your face will be erased
And hopefully by next week
I'll forget your name
The past is behind me
Your memory is just history
Never to be repeated
I've learned my lesson
And now - **YOU ARE NOTHING
Hey everyone,

I'd like to propose a challenge.

Grab a book, any book, and open to page 49.
6th line.
5th word.
Make a poem, and use that word as its title.
Be sure to make sense, and relate the topic to title!

Tag your poems as bookpoemchallenge so I can check them out. I'll be sure to like, comment, add to collection, share the poems which I enjoyed reading.
Best of luck.
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All of my past romances
Have failed
Because I have tried
To make artists
Out of those
Who are not,
And I have tried
To tame the artists
Inside of those
Who undoubtedly are.
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