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 Feb 2017 Cole Cummings
shika
Sometimes I can almost hear your laughter, manical and alive. I think perhaps its what I miss most. If I could go back, I would stay and fight. I would say all the words I wish I could now. I wouldn't let you go.
******* for teaching me the biggest lesson I've ever learned.
(Thank you for teaching me the biggest lesson I've ever learned. )
Just trying to gain a little perspective in the worst experience of my life.
 Dec 2016 Cole Cummings
Marissa
I crave a love
so deep that
the ocean would
writhe in
jealousy.
Dad
I used to love being alone
but I have hated it since you left.
See, I have these awful thoughts that linger on
and some how I cannot repress.

But even though it was no one's fault
and everyone tells me it was for the best.
Sadness is a hard feeling to simply shake off,
I have been carrying a very heavy heart in my chest.

And so I hate being alone,
because when I am I can't stop myself
my mind refuses to let you go,
and alone I go through my private hell.

Dad, I cry. Dad, we cry
and we miss you terribly so
it was too early to say goodbye
we all wanted you to see us grow.
This poem I wrote as a way to vent some of the pain I have been carrying this week after my father died on his birthday.
I used to play the game
She loves me.. she loves me not
Now a pile of rotting pedals
Is all that I have got.

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