Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 Jun 2015
Adelía
the door to my heart
is open wide to receive
love...i'm waiting still.
© Adelía
6~6~2015
 Jun 2015
Emily
Spending your love on something and it goes unnoticed
You're pushed to the edge and then start to lose focus
You don't know where things might have gone wrong
Because all along you thought you were strong
You try your hardest, you do your best
But all you're left with is pure unrest
You begin to feel worthless
You are ridden with stress
Love seems lost now
So take back your vow
It doesn't mean anything anymore
 Jun 2015
Dannie Marie
I wake with the hope of hearing you
I wait with impatience moment by moment
Lost I feel when we don't converse
A day with you is every second worth it.

How much I've grown from before
To know these emotions once again
I know this isn't perfect
But in my heart I cannot pretend

I am driven to hold tight
To every little thing we create
But the emotions I hold inside
Are much stronger than I could anticipate

Friends laugh and tease as they wish
Transparent am I for they can see
I cannot lie to them now
That I want it to be you with me

I know that this may be a bit sudden
Upon the things we have said not to do
But I can't help but whisper ever so silently
**"I love you."
 Jun 2015
Dannie Marie
Cold air remains where warm air once stayed.
I prefer your true, cold heart than your lying warm passions.
Within myself, I curl closer; within my heart, I plead silently.
He can provide more for me where you never did.
Wither to dust in this truth, for you are nothing.
See that you were never a good man.
So stop with your lies, your petty games.
I don't cry for you. I cry for myself.
Only this man catches me when I fall
And dries away my salty tears.
You are expendable and he just took your place.
Bloodshed never seemed so sweet.
The cold spot is now warm again.
Now I can breathe once more; in his arms I shall remain.
He shall keep me safe. He shall obliterate your toxic waste.
I shall grow once more. I shall be once again the queen.
No longer am I part of a bitter, abusive relationship. Yet my heart sees the potential of another to cleanse my soul.
 Jun 2015
Dannie Marie
Look into my eyes
What is it that you see?
Do you see inside the pain within?
Can you hear my screams of loneliness
Crying for your soul as I claw at my mind?
The darkness inside, can't you notice
How it swallows me whole
Only to consume what little strength I have?
I'm crippling, I'm fading, I'm nothing.
Perhaps you do not see these pleas.
You only see my plastered smile
And hear my cheery, soft voice.
"Everything is great," I lied.
"I'm dying on the inside, help me." I hide.
 May 2015
Mercurychyld
Only you can translate
where you are
on your voyage through
this varied farce
called “life”.

No one else can dictate
to you…
or should even dare…
how to phrase
your feelings,
your thoughts,
your personal moments.

Who is anyone to
cause another to feel
inept or inferior
for wording their
experiences as they will?

We are all both
audience and poet,
consumed by the
powerful spell of words
and meaning
we are bonded
in ink.

It takes gumption
and courage
to give voice to
your vision of
the world.

It often requires
resilience and nerve
to open your heart
and peel back the
layers of skin,
and let others take
a long look at the
inner workings of YOU.

Be brave,
take courage,
let your soul speak
in its very own
language.

People will read
your words and
listen to the sweet
whispers
and thunderous shouts
that flow from pens
and keys
to release the
inner demons and angels
and the lyrical
vines that bloom and live
in our individual
landscapes,

fluidly coursing from
our own rabbit holes
with fortitude and grace
and our neverlands,
where we need never
grow up,

to share with those
that need to see
and hear and feel
and wonder.


-by Mercurychyld
Copyrights
 May 2015
Perri
as vulnerable as an open wound
and love is dirt
if it gets in, it could potentially infect you
but if you have a strong immune system
everything will be alright.
 May 2015
Gillian Ann Bergman
Everytime i read those letters

Everytime i see those pictures

Thats when I realize
  how much I truely miss you

Everytime  I think about you

I cry my tears of pain

There is nobody else but you
  that I could possibly love


I will stay true
  as long as i'm with you
 May 2015
oh-the-oddities
to dream is a bliss,
to imagine is happiness.
fantasy is a wonderland
filled with duets and slow dances.
a colorful place it is
with trees and bright flowers throughout
complete with perfectly light blue skies.
but
somehow,
reality found its way
and pierced right through,
creating deep holes and gaps
that
you
just
can't
fill
those holes will forever remind you that
it can never be real
reality is a dull world filled with never-ending dark storms and withered flowers.
to dream is a bliss,
yet
to daydream forever slowly becomes a nightmare
full of such lethal pleasures.
and so
as i break my wistful trance,
i find myself in an abyss called life
where no one knows when they'll hit rock bottom.
i look up in the sky,
patiently waiting for the storms to end
wishing to find a rainbow.
phew, it's been nearly 2 months since i posted anything but anyways, here  it is!!
- a.f
Next page