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 Oct 2016
Liz And Lilacs
I am Grief.
Shadows in your mind,
cobwebs in your throat,
shaking hands reaching for
someone who's no longer there.
An unbearable loss.

I leave you empty of words
and feelings
and life,
yet full of emptiness,
and sadness
and hurt.
Words are gone,
light is too bright,
sound is too loud,
life is too hard.

The lost one's voice,
a ****** of laughter,
perk up in hope.
Remember that they're not there.
Death is permanent
and I am Grief,
your friend.
 Sep 2016
NvrMnd
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*How could I see the fire in your soul?
And let hidden from their eyes
How could I hear your emotion?
Like whispering wind
And kept silent from their ears
I wonder how I feel you,
Why your ghost feels so alive to me?
Your melody twirls livelier than a young girl
Skin glows brighter than a new-born
Breathe warmer than a summer sun
So young but so old to caress me expertly
Like you’re dwelling inside eternally,
Moving from time to time
From one body to another,
Like an endless poetry
That saves every lonely person
Stuck under the blank night
With no moon and no stars
Merely looking to an end...

a light,
a hope,
or death
 Sep 2016
Melissa S
Shhhh
Can't you just listen
Please for once
I know God gave you ears
I know you can hear
but it is so much *more
than that
Please just *listen

To the sound of my voice
Take in the words
that I am saying


No
Uh uhhh
Stop right there
Can't you see I am hurting
Do you not see the pain
You do not have to fix me
Sometimes you just cannot
Please just hold my hand
Hug me
*Hurt with me
Sometimes there is nothing you can do for a person except
Pray for them ~ hurt with them <3
 Sep 2016
Hannah
I gazed at the sky,
and watched,
as the sun eclipsed the moon.
In that brief moment
of pure blackness,
I heared a calling
from the stars above.
They channeled their
radiant and pure,
bright,
white light,
through that brief
moment in time,
to just barely become
loud enough,
to call me home.
• Soul Star •
 Sep 2016
Sam Temple
Will                      William                      willingly
  wish                          worn                          weary
weathered               wanton                        women
which                          will                          willingly
waste                           water                        when
washing              whiner's waists'          wintertime?
                wistful                             when
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