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I don't know what it is about you,
That brings me back,
Time and time again.
When we're together,
I can't tell where you end and I begin.

I am complete,
and you are complete,
but what are we when we meet?

Why is it that when I'm with you, time flies?
Perhaps it is because your rain
is deeper than all the oceans of the skies.

I just can't bring myself to let go of the ways,
In which we would spend our summer days,
Nervously touching lips for a while,
When you would look into my eyes and smile...
If only I could capture those moments,
I'd hold them in my hand, heart, and mind,
And there would be no missing pieces left to find.

I tried so hard.
I tried so ******* hard to work everything out,
but what am I left with?
An unheard scream, a sigh, a shout.

This shouldn't have happened to you,
but it did.
The visions you saw,
The voices you heard,
The things you hid.

I'll never forget you,
The way you were.
I promise you,
I will find the cure.
"Because I knew you, I have been changed for good."
 Aug 2015 Cassie Stoddard
Jay
I so desperately
miss the feeling
of words
spilling onto
empty pages.



Maybe it's time I came back.
A little something for myself
Home Is Where The Heart Is

Home is where the heart is
But my hearts no longer home
So I'll pack my bags and move away
To go find what I need most

I never want to look back
On all that could have been
I'll turn the page on this book of life
A new chapter will begin

I hope one day you'll understand
What I have to do
Move away from my home town
And start out someplace new

I never thought there'd come a time
When I would walk away
From this town where I grew up
And know I'll be okay

They say home is where the heart is
But my hearts no longer home
So I'll pack my bags and move away
To go find what I need most

Home is where the heart is


Poem by : Carl Joseph Roberts
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After many years in Ohio it seems my soul is calling me to another state. At 50 years old and with working in Law Enforcement for 27 years as well as private sector and flipping houses, it is now time to enjoy life a little more. At 50 I'm sure I'll still be doing something, just not sure what. Flipping homes seems to have been my passion these past 10 years so maybe that. Maybe something else that the man upstairs has planned for me.   I think for me it's just time to start chapter two.
"Whats wrong with you?" You ask
With that careless tone in your voice
Just standing there and asking
Like you have no choice

Frown on your face
as you watch my tears fall
I stare at you thinking
Dont you care at all?

"What wrong?!" you ask again
This time with frustration
And i know you're thinking
That im just looking for attention

A thousand reasons
But none you'll understand
So i simply shake my head
And wipe the tears with my hand

You moan and leave the room
Not understanding my pain
But how can i ask you to
If you always think im insane

I know things are different now
After your stroke
But you always treat me
As if im a joke

I want things to be back to normal
For everything to change
Where im your little girl
And just start a new page
I still love you
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