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you make me sick, you selfish ****, you ******* *****.
just hit the bricks, you hypocrite, you *******, you idiot.
u mindless monster, u fill my heart with sorrow. spewing garbage like
theres no tomorrow. i dont need any negative vibes, im just trying to live
my life, i dont need any judgements, struggle or strife.  i dont need your arrogance.
or your put downs, always standing in my way, pulling me down with you with every
awful thing you say, what have i done, to anyone? im just searching for a better day.
im just trying to get by, im tired of crying, just want to feel safe and okay.
If tomorrow was that yesterday,
or that morning
came tonight
if for a moment you could have listened
if you didn't always have to be right

if she realized the words  
Get out
really meant
You’d love her help
if you swallowed more than pills
or thought about
more than just yourself

but yesterday left in a sunset
obscured
by a cloud of pride
and for tomorrow
it’s still not too late
but you're running out of time
He didn't, and that was that.

There's no going back and erasing the past.

Life's too short not to forgive and forget.

Sometimes, there's just no time to justify where everything went wrong.

Time is a battle, a war you won't win, but you gotta push along.

Keep moving forward, you can't change the past or make it come back.

He didn't, she didn't, they didn't. It's time to accept and be okay with that.
The daily for December 6th, by Sean Critchfield titled "Poem By Chance" (check it out, it's amazing), was an exercise using the seventh book on the shelf, the seventh line on the seventh page as the first line, and only seven lines. I hope I did it right.
nobody wants to hear
about rainbows and unicorns
sunshine smiles
eyes of topaz
a touch as warm as a gentle summer breeze

nobody wants to hear
how your heartbeat races
how you memorize each others faces
or how you lay in the dark and name your unborn children

nobody cares
that you've been swept off your feet
that you feel like a princess
whisked away in the throes of passion

no one cares
how you can taste his soul in his kiss
see your future in his eyes
feel every fiber in your body tingle with elation when he touches you

nobody likes a happy poem.....so I wont write one
The cold is biting through the sun today.
Great big invisible tooth marks.
Nibbling away at my fingers and toes.
The cold held me tight.
Gone right through my clothes.
Morning sparkles pleasantly.
Damp shiny grass.
For all to see.
The glistening deceptive sunny bright trees.
Today they're cuddled by the chilly breeze.
Went and bought myself some ready cooked morning oats.
Not much warmer still.
The caramel flavoured coffee warmed my heart a little bit.
Glad I'm inside.
I'm playing hide and seek with the sunlight outside.
At least I have got no snow, as yet.
Be coming soon, of that that I'll bet.
(C) Livvi
Day off .. has been so warm of late, today's making up for it!
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