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aesthenne Jun 2017
I hate to admit that,
Even if I hate you right now,
To the degree that spells out,
"So much,"
I can't deny that,
I am still,
Inevitably still,
In love with,
You.
to the one that got away
aesthenne May 2017
She approached you for she had no doubt,
Tapped your shoulder so you could turn around,
Turn around to face her,
To face her and see her scars,
The scars that you caused indirectly yet to so painfully,
That she didn't know what to say,
Her mouth opens, finding for words to speak,
Yet she closed it again for she did not know,
A heavy heart you caused her so.
A one-sided breakup has shattered her into shards of glass you can no longer touch to save her.
aesthenne Jan 2017
run as wild as you can
as free as the bird in its land
smile more, it fits you, I’m sure
in this life, that’s merely pure

fall quickly, get up more
take a break, then dance some more
sip in your wine from its glass
then lie down on the tender grass

in this life, we’re forever young
as if we’ve never been stung--
--by reality.
  Dec 2016 aesthenne
Marshie The Mellow
Behold my ****** beating heart
deranged from the day we became apart
It longs for your twinkling eyes
mirroring your vulnerable soul, I heave heavy sighs

In a dim-lit chamber
through the stairs, I clamber
I clasp my chest
melancholy runs over me the best
witnessing the past along the corridors
my eyes seek for the one my heart adores

Remembering the constellations upon your eyes
I whisper to myself, wonderful lies
Beaming with tears, I fondly held your portrait
pondering upon the thought that i can never be your mate
a little something i made for English class which was inspired by Petrarch's way of writing his poetry. I dont know if I actually captured his style but this is the best that I could do so far.
aesthenne Nov 2016
let's talk about life as our voices fade
by the night's sparkles and sunlight's shades
sorrow ensues and happiness becomes blue
memories come back as we forget about it too

our hearts grew fonder and fonder
yet came haste then you were such a bother
hold me close yet let me go
for i am the wind that must flow

watch me from afar as you leave
for i am not responsible when you grieve
Inspired by Petrarch's Sonnet 307.
i already buried my voice a long time ago
when i chose to be a poet
i buried it with words in papers
in ink of pen with blues*

©IGMS
it seems like
im so exhausted
of all the talking
of all the reasoning
of defending myself
so i remained silent
  Jun 2016 aesthenne
VS aka Jason Cole
Paint my heart as empty
all blue and black and grey

Around it perforate a circle
from beginning back to start

Paint it very gently
then quickly pull away

Tearing it out
without ripping it apart

Someday they'll surely place it
in the Gallery of Fools

Inside the Wailing Walls
out past the Hall of Shame

And when the people face it
they'll cherish their own hearts

As if anatomy has
anything to do with pain

©Jason Cole
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