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 Mar 2015
Deenah
Breathe in the scent,
That lingers from your clothes.
The way that your mouth curves into a smile
Like you've just grinned at a ghost.

It's crazy where you drive me,
Up walls and beneath your feet.
I sometimes think I've left my senses
Somewhere in my sleep.

It mostly makes no sense what I say
Anyway. Especially on these kinds of days.
Haze between sad and happy,
A contentment in many ways.

But little can be certain
And of that I am sure,
Because the only truth I know I possess,
Is that we're both like two sides of a single coin.
 Mar 2015
Deenah
And as I mixed the colours,
Blending each of their hues,
I realised that not a single shade,
Could paint the mind belonging to you.
 Mar 2015
sav
I want you to hold my hand.
Hold my hand so tight that my bones break and every crack whispers how much you really need me. The space between my fingers should forget what it's like to be empty because you'll fix each and every crease. Light a fire in my palms and melt away any other touch other than your own.
I desire you.
I am something worth destroying. Can't you see that I would rather be a pile of broken floorboards and shattered glass than an abandoned house, having never been touched by you? Burn your name across my body and tattoo it onto my heart so I understand what it means to love with a passion.
I want to thank you.
You've made minutes feel like decades by holding me until my internal clock shattered and the only perception I had of time was the beating of your heart. You turned words I was too afraid to speak into currency and now I am a millionaire with nothing to show for it except your smile. You filled my eyes with stars and heart with assurance so when pieces of me died I still had something left to believe in. You never gave up on me when everyone else did.
 Mar 2015
Deenah
If I could, I would take out my heart,
And replace it with yours.

Because I'd rather feel your pain,
Then witness you feel it.
Your pain is my pain.
 Mar 2015
Jeffrey Pua
I can only pledge my love
And not my heart,
For they are two different things,
They are different—
The truth and the confusion,
The smoke
And the fire,
Though they present themselves
Enigmatically
As one.
Know that you can carry my love with you,
For that's what you deserve.
And I can carry your heart with me,
For always.
So when I love you, when
I love you
Know that I empty myself.
So when you love me, I know
That it is true.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
 Feb 2015
Deenah
It'd be a lie to say I don't care,
When I do.
I do.

It'd be a lie to say it doesn't hurt,
When it does.
I do.

It'd be a lie to pretend I am not looking,
When I am.
I do.

It'd be a lie to pretend I don't love you,
When I do.
I do.

And I know you know it.
But still we live to please others,
To protect ourselves.
And we still stand strong-
Whilst we wish to exist without them,
We can't. Because part of me and you lies with everyone we've met.
That makes us who we are.
And I love every bit of you for it.
*I do.
 Feb 2015
Jacob Christopher
I know the pain you feel is deep,
your want from life is simple peace.
And though I cannot guarantee,
please listen closely, as I speak.

Presently you stroll alone,
searching for a hand to hold.
You feel your sorrow in your bones,
in harshest sun, you still feel cold.

Pre - dawn, however, is darkest night
that must be followed by morning light.
I pray you won't give up the fight,
the universe will set things right.

I know at times, it seems unclear
that happiness is always near.
But wholly I believe my dear,
someday soon, you'll find some cheer.
 Feb 2015
Audrey Maday
The tenants of my heart,
Have so recently been evacuated,
Their departure was abrupt,
And they left much behind.
But my heart is for rent,
I'm opening up the space,
I promise you, you'll be pleased,
There is no better place.
The space is wide and open,
You can paint the walls,
I won't mind.
Make the place your home,
It's safe, it's warm,
The fee is rather small, I swear,
And a simple thing to do,
I will not charge you money to rent,
Out my simple heart,
I only ask that you bring love with,
And please,
Don't tear it apart.
 Feb 2015
Deenah
I promised not to write another word,
Not for another week.
But you push me...
Like those odd buttons.

Last night I fell to boredom,
And decided to paint my hands with henna.
Was your art, which is why it reminded me so fondly of you,
My uneven lines, jagged, and poor attempts to copy,
How neat it would've been if you were here doing it
For me.

And maybe I painted too early,
Or maybe I read you confessions too late-
But the pain was paramount.
A flood of tears that had ****** the water
From my dry mouth.

And now these painted hands,
That so fondly reminded me of you,
Became a constant reminder of your trial,
The unnecessary separation,
That aching inside.

And even if I tried,
I couldn't peel it away
Or pull it apart,
Because, what had inked my hands
*Had now inked my heart.
I see you everywhere I turn, and yet you're nowhere to be seen.
 Feb 2015
Deenah
She looked at me and laughed,
"It's not real dear, you can't have a broken heart."
Her smile I did return,
"I can prove to you, it can"

Tell me if you've ever felt something
That goes beyond this world,
A companionship so intense,
That makes your insides whirl?

I can't expect you to understand,
If you've never felt it so.
Can't explain a broken heart
To the one who still owns his own.

How could I ever explain,
The way that we convey ourselves,
When through poetry we display
The dustiest parts of our souls?

How could you comprehend,
When you've never felt the way
That if feels to have her eyelashes
Brush like butterflies, caught like prey?

How can you understand,
The deepest feeling you could face
When you've never placed your hand
And felt a heartbeat quickening it's pace?

You see, I said,
It may only ever be
An *****, biologically.
But there is something which makes us human,
And that is your heart, and that can be broken.
I'm not broken-hearted... But distance is enough to **** me.
 Feb 2015
Deenah
It's that vast land that I want,
          That open plain of sea
The step into the wilderness,
          Where it's just you and me

I wished it long ago
           Like a child in a dream,
I'd be lying if I pretended
           I still don't see it in my sleep.

I can't understand sometimes,
           like I'm blindfolded in the dark
and even though you're stood there
           we're almost miles apart.

I never lied when I said my heart was open
           exposed only for you,
it might be easier to forget and leave
           but I'd choose to hurt for eternity,
           because it's always you I'd choose.
As they say... poetry can't be written, if there's 'nothing poetic about my state'
 Feb 2015
Deenah
It's like I said up there,
There's no need for Valentines.

Your *love
, a robe, encrusted in jewels and diamonds,
That I wear with pride.
Your heart, that single rose, so crimson like my love,
I've kept inside.
Your mind, my companion, as travellers across this road of life,
Together.
And my thoughts only for you.

*It's like I said up there,
There's no need for Valentines.
 Feb 2015
S Kate Sherlock
You deserve flowers on your doorstep
And coffee in the morning
You deserve notes left on your dashboard
And ice cream sundaes at 3 AM
You deserve honesty everyday
And to be kissed every hour
You need to be reminded
Just how beautiful you truly are
Just a little something that was on my mind. Thanks for reading.
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