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I love you so much

I love you too

You have given me happiness in this dark time
And I love you so much for it

Oh darling

Words cannot even express how much I am thankful for you and how much I love you

"Love" is not an adequate enough term for everything I feel in my heart, mind, and soul for you.

If only there were a word for what we feel for each other.
My being wants to scream that word out into the cosmos,
But I do not know what the word is.

I want to write the word, over and over again all over my blank white walls until they crumble
I want to say it to you every time I kiss you, every time you hold my hand, and every time I so much as think of you.

Iñigo.

I love you with every shred of my being. Every cell in my body misses you with ever passing nanosecond.
I want you here.


We're going to go around the world to look for that word. We will look at every painting in every museum. Every sculpture in every garden. Every star in the sky. We will find this word.
And I love you with every shred of mine.
Each time I say your name or even think about it or you, I fall in love all over again

I as well

We're stronger than the days.
Stronger than time.
We can get through this.

Stronger than the toughest rock, stronger than water.
We will.
We must.


Stronger than every wind that has ever touched the earth.

I love you.

*I love you too.
Lorenzo
*Fay*
 Sep 2015 Budhino
Polar
Let me be brief to tell this tale
The nights been wild, there's been a gale.
Once my path did cross a stranger
He led me into enigmatic danger.
In my haste to avoid death
I tilted my neck and felt his breath.
This evil I invited in
Has led me into carnal sin.
Yet in this state in know no hell
Between two planes is where I dwell.
I traded my soul and lost all joy
He befriended and loved me as a decoy.
In consorting with this demonic beast
I was entered in hells feast.
Evil took over my corrupted brain
And turned me onto the human food chain.
I have no feelings of regret now
Just an instant hit adrenaline, pow!
Evil is as evil does
Now it's too late for god to help us.
I'll be gone before the dawn
No more to see gods holy morn.
now it's too late for him to help you
An unholy existence you start anew.
 Aug 2015 Budhino
Batool
Ocean & I
 Aug 2015 Budhino
Batool
I sometimes feel like ocean
lonely, deep and blue ...
What tomorrow will bring
not having a single clue

whether it will be calm
or if i'll suffer from strom
if moon will raise the tides
or there will no change in form

when people tell their secrets
i listen to their tales
like ocean receive the waters
and help the sailors sail ...

And when i get so tired
i want to talk to friend
like waves come to shore
in a hope that he'll mend

but then realization hits
there is no friend of I
like ocean stands alone
till the day it's dry !!
 Aug 2015 Budhino
Aditi Kumar
I want my words to be beautiful.
Beautiful like yours.
I want to see ordinary things,
Find the magic in them,
And put the magic on a page, for everyone to understand.

I want to have a way with words.
I want every poem of mine
To become a masterpiece.
Just like yours.

I am not broken.

But you are.

You see the world through pain,
And pain makes the colors brighter.
It makes the value of feelings
Climb higher.

Sometimes I wonder
If I should be broken like you
If I want my words to resonate
Like yours.

Sometimes I wonder,
If it will be truly worth it
In the end.

I wonder what it will be like,
To cut myself up to pour out the beauty inside me.

Just like you.

I imagine that you
Raise the blade
Slice your feelings open
And write your masterpiece
In red.
Can only sad people write good poems? Can only broken people find inspiration in anything?
6 | 31 Poems for August

Dark and cold inside.
I need a warm place to reside.
These battle scars will gradually inflict pain when they heal too.
I’ve embraced how deep my wounds are.
My confidence proves that I’ve embraced each scar.
I yearn for the type of love that leaves no room for doubt.
I yearn for a reality worth dreaming about.
Maybe one day happiness will be more than just words on a page.
I have lost love.
But I haven’t lost all the beautiful words I have to write about love.
My heart produces thoughts that my mind could never understand.
Maybe love is the beautiful art of enigma.
Patiently waiting for pain to dissipate.
Patiently waiting for love to dominate.
Pain patiently tears me up inside.
It haunts me wherever I choose to hide.
I yearn for the type of love that leaves no room for doubt.
Maybe one day happiness will be more than just words on a page.
Hopefully I will be okay when blue skies fade to grey.
Hopefully I will be okay when people no longer listen to what I have to say.
I want to escape from the cold.
I want to nestle myself deep inside your soul.
Be the half that makes me whole.
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