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 Jan 18 Emma Burney
Trinkets
when all is said and done
and all has been resolved
there is the ease of resolution
no more tears to bawl

all is said and done
all the words were said
all the questions asked
all the pain been bled

now you go on living
get back to your life
pretend that nothing happened
ignore the scars, there was no knife

and when you think you’re able
when at last, you’re back to you
there is the faint remembering
you realise you’ve been lied to

the cuts were self inflicted
that’s what you’ve been told
the boiling water poured on you
had no intention to ever scold

but there was a knife and there was water
unfamiliar knife rack and a kettle
in your home they’re not, mental images
held by hands not yours, unsettle

it doesn’t matter anymore
not relevant the truth was spun
you’re meant to have moved on
when all is said and done
Dangers lingers
In wild desires
Yet,
you’re all
I crave.
With a whisper
Tell me that
You’ll give all
To my desires.
 Jan 16 Emma Burney
N'
The birds singing in the morning,
The sun shining brightly,
Yet there's cloudy sky I see,
There's no you beside me,

The moonlight shines quarter to two,
In those beautiful view,
For thy absence,
All I see is blue,

For there's no thy laughs I hear,
The world were silence,
For there's no thy smile I see,
The world were ugly
 Jan 16 Emma Burney
David
This shrinking violet that created Man
A fragile pawn of innocence
So many years
Why must I shrivel and die
Why must this tree ravage my fruits
I'm laid bare, this visible me
 Jan 16 Emma Burney
Vesper
712
 Jan 16 Emma Burney
Vesper
712
What if you died instead
What if you cried instead
What if I was the one who lied
What if my wounds dried
What if you didn't have black eyes
I wish I hadn't said so many 'whys'
Now it's your turn to say the final 'goodbye'
 Jan 16 Emma Burney
P Suess
If I were to dream
Beheld as to a trance
Before my closing eyes
Bedim the light of care
Behold my dreams in wonder
Become as flight to air

P. Suess
Somebody tell the sky,
That it doesn’t have to be gray,
If it doesn’t want to anyways.

It’s awfully hard,
To rain on someone’s parade,
If the sun is shining through you.

Even when your curtain is closing,
That’s no reason for you,
To not give the best finale you can.
Be your best self, because there’s no reason not to. Life’s a lot easier when you're your best self.
there she stood as a mighty redwood
so tall and ancient
only to be fell
laid there so harmless
and they will strip her bare
she will be your furniture
your house
your toothpicks
and you will/do not think of her
only what she could be for you
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