July 2010 Never Forgotten

Sep 2014

Bunhead17

One Wish

If I had one wish then
I would wish for you
So I could see your *face just one last time

Sep 2014

The Last Wordsmith

How on earth do you expect me to be okay?
Because I'm living in pain, knowing you've gone away
What the hell am I supposed to do?
Because I don't to be me, if there's no you.

Sep 2014

Annie

what to do, what to do..

I sit here mama,
and i wait and i wait and think
thinking of the next days that come
weather they'll be good or just full of
greater mistakes
and as i inhale this cancer into my lungs
i question how i am still breathing
i swear to myself and i swear to others that
i am fine and that i am better but i still break
these endless rules like an inconsiderate
slump
i dont know where i am leading my life
but as the days go on i leave the
ones i love
questioning if i am worth
the wait
i dont know what im suppose to
expect from this life i
live but honestly,
this life im livin isnt lookin so
great

Sep 2014

netanya janel

it doesn't even matter anymore

A part of me knows that the way your lips curl up into that sly smile foreshadows my destruction
I see the pain in you
The weight of the world lives inside you and it's tearing you to shreds right in front of me
It's not that I think I can change it or make the hurt that constricts you loosen it's chains around your broken soul
I guess there was just a part of me that hoped you wouldn't embrace me while you let it crush your bones
I'm not the comfort you're looking for
I'm just a kid with a ****** up head and a tendency to fall in love with the idea of being the comfort you seek and I hate it
It's always so difficult to let someone else in and every time I know it's a shattered image of love but I keep trying
That smile, that comfort, that breathy voice on my neck that I'm all too aware will break me
Maybe I should just let go
I never really know

Sep 2014

Natalie Clark

It's Getting Colder Now

You are long gone now.
I would like my scarf back, please.
It smells like me, but...

#love #sad #inspired-by-songs #possessions #cold-weather

Sep 2014

Native Intuition

I want to remember

Some nights
the memories still take over.
Some nights
you are still
the only thing I want to think about.

So I retreat
to shut off the outside world.
I bury myself in those old emotions.
I bury myself in those memories.

I want to remember them all
every insignificant detail.

I want to remember the faint scent of your hair
thrown into the air
as you rested your head down on my shoulder.

but I can't
and that bothers me.

#love #memories #her #rememberme

Sep 2014

rafsan

The Almost Lover

If and only if, we often think we could control the time,
however the fact is that,
The time that controls and dictates us.

If and only if, I was there to notice you, your conscious soul wanting for emptiness yet inseparable bonding.

I tried to forget you but,
Heartaches strike me deeply within.

And now my heart are staggering across the room,
Pumping those addicted blood, thirsting for your love.

I cannot go to the ocean, I cannot go to sleep at night,
I cannot wake up in the morning without you by my side.

Goodbye my almost lover, goodbye my hopeless dream.

I have to stop dreaming now and live the reality of loneliness.

Only for you.

Sep 2014

III

They Said Your Name On The Announcements This Morning

They said your name on the announcements this morning, but you weren't around to hear it.
They spoke it just like anyone else would, but the tone they had was all wrong.
The curves in the letters of your name -much like the curves of your hourglass figure- did not drip off the announcer's tongue like they should have.
They were summoned from the front of their brain rather than the inkiest depths of their heart.
They said your name flat, grim and thin like dull graphite.
They read you prayer, but I'm not quite sure what it contained, because the moment they spoke your name on the announcements this morning, the floor rushed up and up and up until the crack of my head met the vanilla scrubbed tile.
The room blurred and the room buzzed and the announcer continued to talk in his unsharpened pencil rasp, and I hoped and hoped and hoped some more that they played our song at your burial.

#suicide #death #sorrow #grief

Sep 2014

A C Leuavacant

Pretending

And there you are again
With the same smile as months before
An undying crescent on your lips
But this time fractured by dark shadows and twisted words
A thorn on the stem of a rose I once held
preventing me from grabbing it with my outstretched arm
can you still feel the gutted petals?
I can.

And there you are again
Back in my line of vision
right at the corner of my wet eye
A weak ghost of what was such a strong memory
And Looking at you is still
like daggers.

This kind of captures how I feel at the moment in it's very simplest form.
Just needed to let it out a bit.

#love #heartbreak #poem #poetry #sad #life #heart #pain #you

Sep 2014

Five Fingers

E

No one has been through the same
none would understand
But i know you would hear all i'm screaming inside
just by holding my hand

But i cant find you now
I don't know where you are
And now I spend everyday of my life
wishing you were'nt so far

come back. only you would understand.

#lost #hurt #friend #wish #bestfriend

Sep 2014

Queen

just this last time

can I go outside,
to see the smiling sun,
wheel me around with my wheelchair in the park,
play with other kids,
just for a while,
just this last time.

can I take off my bandana,
let the breeze of wind brush against,
my cheeks,
hands,
hairless head,
just this last time,
for me,
please.

just this last time,
before I go to bed,
and never wake up again,
let me see,
the twinkles in moms eyes,
to play with the rays of sunlight,
through my fingers, feet, toes, hairy arms,
just this last time,
before lullabies of goodbyes,
are sung to me,
before I go to sleep,
just this last time
please.

for I know,
they'll be no me,
tomorrow,
I would have breathed my last breath,
and may leave those I love to cry in sorrow,
so please,
let me be,
just this last time,
just for me.

Sep 2014

Nicole Ann Sandoval

Library

I wrote you a text message
But I didn't hit send.
I started to call you
but instead
i hit end.
<3
Every time I didn't,
I almost did.
<3
all your hair pulled into the little knot on top your head caught my eye, no doubt.
Or maybe, it had something to do with the way your bottom lip pouts.
Or how, thanks to those thick glasses the oceans of your eyes are magnified.
God only knew there'd be a tsunami when you cried.
you always looked as if you were about to cry.
I hope there's a storm named after you.
I'll listen for your name on the weather, news and the radio.
Because I know I'll never see it flash across my phone.
<3
You never showed up that night.
Why'd you leave me alone?
I don't hate you.
Please, don't think that.
It just still hurts,
the way you
knocked me
off of my
throne
<3
I don't hate you, You were a great story.
But every book ends.
Try to believe me, I really do want to read it again and again.
But every library book has to be returned.
or there's a large fee and my pockets are burned.
you see the world is our library.
and I only borrowed your story.
I have to return you now back to your shelf.
for you to collect dust and reflect on yourself.
one day someone will show more love than I did when they turn your pages.
And they will release all your unpublished chapters from their cages.
all in different writing and editing stages.
and all written in braile because love is blind.
Our Story Is Overdue.
I can't pay the fine.
I have to
return
you.
</3

© copyrighted Nicole Ann Osborn

I just really need to get to the library.

Sep 2014

ARI

September

Yesterday

a momma dreamt
of rocking her little girl
while she read sweet stories
of a fairy tale world

a father dreamt of smiling
while he shook his sons hand
the day that little boy
became an honorable man

a big brother dreamt
of the day that his mother
would finally bring home
his new baby brother

Today
a momma's rocking
her precious little girl
afraid come tomorrow
she'll no longer be in this world

a father is crying
while he holds his own hand
for his perfect little boy
will never grow into a man.

our children are dying,
at least seven a day
their siblings are lying
saying they'll be okay.

tubes like little serpents
cover their beds
they’ve little to no hair
on their sweet little heads

September is here
now our voices will be heard
our words will reach
every inch of this earth.

-ARI

September is Childhood Cancer awareness month. Go gold!

#dream #gold #death #loss #cancer #childhood #child #stillbrave