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 Jul 2013 Caroline K
nate mattson
My heart broken like glass , eyes red as solo cups , and the tears of a waterfall , ..... My love has left , I sit and sob on the bed , looking through pictures to try and froget , but ... That just makes the tears flow again ... What do I do ?,... My mind twisting with thoughts as a tornado ripping through a old southern home , here I am still crying , over the girl I fell in love with , you might say you can't fall in love at first sight , I used to think that way before I laid my eyes on this beautiful women , I just felt something and I dident even know her name , I was crazy  to think she would like me back , ha ha good thought , but she did and she changed my life , thankyou , thankyou for everything ,you are the greatest girl out there and whoever gets to swoop you off your feet is one hell of a luckly man ..... But than again I can live the hope life , thinking one day maybe we will end up togather again , like they say u never froget your first love .... Is that true ?? And if it is and both end up in a situation to be one again what would happen ? But you never know and you can't go on thinking about  it ..... But .... if its ment to be it will happen and you just have to let time play its game and mabey it will be in favor of you , so for now I still sit and think knowing atleast we are still friends and that's what makes these last 10 almost 11 months so great is I.made a best friend out of it no matter what and that's the most important thing I love her and always will and nothing will ever change that and to this goodnight ! .... If I sleep ..............:
 Jul 2013 Caroline K
ella maria
It's so easy to hang your head in shame,
To apologise without sincerity.
It's so easy to wither and crumple,
To let self loathing eat away at you like blight.
It's so easy to allow yourself to become nothing; something temporary.

Simplicity is a requirement,
we avoid all which attracts anarchy within us.
We do not anticipate accidents, we do not anticipate
those who clamber into our lives and shine
with individuality and complexion -
we fear those who possess difference.
It reminds us of what we lack,
or of what we are too afraid to expose to others.

And I fell in love with a rose, when I am merely a dandelion.
I write poems only to destroy them immediately;
endless words dedicated to people who will never dedicate a single thing to me.

I wither, I crumple.
I chose simplicity.
My chest rises and
Falls in a matching rhythm,
Syncing along yours.
haiku
 Jun 2013 Caroline K
CAM
Scar
 Jun 2013 Caroline K
CAM
The urgency to escape,
The agony of the pain.
My eyes tired, worn out and sore,
From the countless tears I cried.

I looked around desperately,
Grabbing the only thing in sight.
Tears crawling down my face,
Deeper. Deeper. Deeper.
Redness trickled,
Stinging sensations burst.

I glare into the mirror,
Scowling at my reflection.
My eyes drawing towards the deep scar,
That seems eternally engraved into my arm.
 Jun 2013 Caroline K
JM
Mane
 Jun 2013 Caroline K
JM
Stone washed denim sky,
Tree limbs bathed in emerald,
Birds whistle, dogs bark.
Of course the truth hurt, but it is your lies that killed.
Honestly, honesty is a cup that you'll never have filled.
Since you're apparently incapable, I'll be the one who is real:
The colder than steel glances we share cut deeper than the one-sided feelings I still conceal.

Just let me teach you how to feel,
this time it'll be the right way, it'll be real.
Not with hands, but with your heart-
Eyes on me, I have this down to an art.

I think I just needed time heal,
my pride was hurt, the floodgates opened, you broke the seal.
I'm coping now, I'm over it, but let's make a deal-
You stop breaking hearts, if I teach you how to feel.

Just let me teach you how to feel,
this time it'll be the right way, it'll be real.
Not with hands, but with your heart-
Eyes on me, I have this down to an art.

I know exactly how to feel, the right way, it's real.
I've cared too little and way too much, so trust me- I know the drill.
I've loved, I've lost, wanted to help you live, wanted to ****-
But now all I want to do for you is teach you how to feel when things are real.
So tell me, darling, do you really know how it feels?
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