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 Aug 2013
Jessica
A faded leather notebook filled with lines he'd never read
  Was never far away from where he slept
The book that she had written since her love was but a seed
  A book so full of her he always wept
She never let him read it and he teased her every day
But now he held her poems as he missed her every way

Each page is filled with all her hopes her love and yes her dreams
  Each verse is filled with him in every line
His life is now an ancient suit that's split in all the seams
  Each day another step on his decline
She was the only reason that he woke up every day
The woman that he loves and now he misses every way

He tried to read the sonnets that his son said were so sweet
  But he could never read beyond the first
For all the lines were tortures his endurance could not meet
  With every word he thought his heart had burst
She had written in the notebook at the end of every day
And her poems are the loving that he craves in every way

And now the leather notebook lies there clasped in lifeless hands
  He'll never read the verses of her heart
But his mourning son beside him has a soul that understands
  His father never had the strength to start
He will treasure all the poems that were written every day
They're the story of his parents whom he loved in every way
 Aug 2013
rainingdreams
the pain you gave me
made me
neither stronger nor weaker
it made me
worse
the pain that haunted me
with dreams of the past
of everything
that would
make me
die emotionally
 Aug 2013
Sir B
I just read
Our old conversations
Before becoming bff's
Before even knowing each other
It's just
Such a warm feeling
To know you made it
So far
From
Home base.
I had nothing else to do but read our old conversations (I talk to lots of people so I read a lot for a day) it's beautiful how you transform!

Sir B over and out.
Pax.
Smile without the care in the world.

(Kinda long note, sorry!!)
 Aug 2013
Sir B
Late at night
When everything has stopped making noise
I start to fall asleep
But soon after
I wake up
In cold sweat
I look around and
Realize that my heart is stolen

By that special someone
They dared
To come at my house
Just to steal my heart
How brave
Yet foolish
To only take my heart

You should've taken me too
I wrote this to be a somewhat happy poem, hope you enjoyed it.

=)
 Aug 2013
Skyy Blu
I said, Lets talk, but you wouldn't hear; Instead you walked,
Walked away without saying a word, but your actions- Be sure that I heard.
You say, I'm ready now... but thing is--I just don't know how,
Never learned, to converse...only yell, scream, and curse.
Never learned, not to lie...but say whatever to survive
Never learned, To depend on another; Be it friend, lover, or brother.
Let's talk, you said to me-got my attention; speak-be-free.
Now it's me, With no words to say, 'Cause no one has ever come to me this way.
You see, I never learned how to converse, Only listen while they would yell, scream, and curse.
Never learned, how to lie...stand on the truth and never cry.
Never learned, how not to depend on my brother, lover, or friend.
So we converse, our flow is real-for better or worse.
We converse, like never before; have we opened a forbidden door?
A door that leads to truth, a door that may expose our youth,
You tell, your secrets and I tell mine...as we converse about old times.
I see the tears as they fill your eyes, I see the hurt that you have tried to hide.
You can feel the pain, that I thought was only mine, as we converse...we realize, that there's no-need to compromise.
I'm here for you and I understand you pain, your down for me and in truth we maintain.
Let's talk, for-better-or-for-worse, we must learn...to converse
My longing for you
is wider than the ocean
deeper than the sea
My longing for you
is everything I'll ever be


My longing for you*
is greater than the universe
lighter than the sun
My longing for you will grow stronger
until the day I'm gone

(
l.p*)
I'll wait for you 'till the ashes hits the ground
'till I won't be able to make a sound

I'll wait for you with the gun against my head
'till I'm standing alone to face my death

I'll wait for you with the knife against my skin
'till the knife cuts so deep that it makes my head spin

I'll wait for you with the noose around my neck
'till it gets tighter and turns me into a wreck

I'll wait for you in the death of night
'till I've given up and lost the fight
I'll wait for you until the day
I take my own life

(l.p)
Sometimes love gets so dark and dangerous..

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