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 Apr 2013 Chris
Jemcastspells
19.
 Apr 2013 Chris
Jemcastspells
19.
Oh how I tire of the games that are played.
The useless lies veiling truth.
In shrouds of weakness.
How the fear overcomes reason.
Foolish as they can be.
We allow their fantasy to remain.
Standing our ground.
Holding strong to what we know.
Waiting with patience and persistence.
As we always have since the beginning.
Maybe once they open the blind eyes.
To the reality presented before them.
They'll see how to mature and evolve.
Into a superior being.
Only then will they learn true happiness.
 Apr 2013 Chris
marina
toska (n.)-
a dull ache of the soul,
a longing with nothing
to long for
not really a poem at all, moreso just a thought.
 Apr 2013 Chris
Sophia
exhaustion
 Apr 2013 Chris
Sophia
my whole world fell apart

with the dull roar of your whispered breath

we set ourselves on fire

covered our mouths with smoke

and swallowed up thoughts of dying

patiently waiting on the edge

between dreams and sleep

our brains humming with the exhaustion of loving

but never doing anything about it

maybe this shouldn’t bother me anymore

but i’m tired of waking up on my own
 Apr 2013 Chris
Molly Rosen
Untitled
 Apr 2013 Chris
Molly Rosen
I'll smile at anything,
But nothing makes me happy anymore.
I'm just afraid to show how I feel,
Because being weak might scare you away,
And you're all I have left.
 Apr 2013 Chris
Shari Forman
I heard a cry from deep inside,
That told me I had regret,
For a woman so uplifting,
And the most considerate yet.
I assumed you were relentless,
Endless phone calls after ten,
But I was irrational and overly critical,
Ranting and raving in my den.
I didn't fully understand,
That one stroke could change a life forever,
Living life to its fullest extent,
Carries the greatest treasures.
Living and learning every day,
How much she really meant to me,
Realizing how short of a life she had,
Helping her with old and new remedies.
Now that she is able to let go of me,
I feel heartless and alone,
I will forever see a considerate woman,
That she has so beautifully shown.
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