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 May 2019
Cmi
No matter how far
My mind and the body
Travels
I find me and you
At the same place
In our burning hearts
Where our eyes
First Locked
Soul united as one
Fell in love
For eternity
This endless journey
Goes on and on
Beyond this world

♥️
©️Sobbingsoul
 Mar 2019
Eurus
Destiny crossed our paths.
But will it make you a part in my life?
 Mar 2019
Lemon
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Time goes by
And I miss you

Just like me
The flowers grew
But soon they wilted
Just like you

You were sweet
This I knew
Like an addiction
I loved you

Now the roses are dead
The violets are too
The garden's all gone
And so are you

Your flowers died
I did too
Because all along
I was you
I wrote this a while ago when I had a crush on someone and it was literally crushing me. This is pretty metaphorical, but it also has a bit of literal meaning. It's a mixture of my feelings towards the person I liked and how I felt towards myself at the time.
 Jan 2019
Grace E
She was your fragile porcelain doll
You broke her
Panicking
You tried to glue her back together
But she was already shattered
Saying “sorry” doesn’t make broken pieces miraculously fix themselves.
 Jan 2019
Grace E
Her hands were bohemian.

Guitar string calloused finger tips,

Colorful paints speckled her skin.
Fragrent reds, gypsy yellows and healing greens.

Dense plant soil beneath her nails.

Her hands created,
Her hands cooked,
Her hands served,
And toiled.

Her hands were bohemian.
 Jan 2019
Rich Hues
Morphine,
Like her sister
Absinthe,  
Has a slender, glass waist,
  But she is not as green,
And lacks
Taste.
Both have
Fragile wings
And whisper things
You didn't want
To know,
One with
A hint of mint,
The other's breath
As cold as snow.
 Jan 2019
c
Sin
After hearing no
All my life
I loved the way
I drew yes
From your lips
 Jan 2019
Melissa Rose
She walks in silent misery
a prisoner to subconscious memories
trapped within this repeating reel
believing what is not real

Blaming herself for not being the cure
shaming herself for pain she’s endured
willpower cannot break The cycle
without cellular healing wounds recycle

Intergenerational trauma exists
without intervention suffering persists
family history has infected her DNA
genetically coded for a life of disarray

She longs to walk in silent peace
where suffering and misery cease
she believes the solution will be found
when her body is six feet underground
1/19/19
 Jan 2019
Melissa Rose
her infinite wisdom is implied
throughout
a cloudless winter sky
playful winds
dancing with glee
high atop
a swaying maple tree
lone bird subsists
on January branches
warm sun melting snow
the glistening enhances
glittery white diamonds
in amongst the trees
the poetic beauty of nature
speaking to me
1/19/19
 Jan 2019
sage
when the sunlight reaches through the trees to feel my skin
And the wind runs its fingers through my hair.
Because on a day like that
Is when we first met.
And even though you're gone,
and i now adore cold weather,
we'll always have our sunny days.
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