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What did we lose
When we chose long ago
What did we lose
Besides each other?
Did we really escape?
Or did we make a mistake?
But it was so hard to take
I can't will to relive those days
The crying and pain and the loneliness.

But, I can't help thinking about all that we were
Can't help thinking about how that life was
What did it take for us to lose?
What did it take for me to move?
And what did we gain from all of that pain?

We were so lonely inside
I can't help to cry
As I think about all of those lonely nights
Without you.
I can barely hold onto those feelings now
But, when I get in that mood and I'm feelin down

I can't help thinkin about all those late night talks
Sometimes it felt like you were there somehow
Was it worth all the pain of losing us?
Were we ready for the break, was it just?
I just can't help thinking...

Whatever happened to the music you wrote
Whatever happened to the words I'd write
Just when we thought we had lost
We showed us how
To keep it together, not fall apart
The road, it got tough
Thought we'd make it out together...

But, I wasn't strong
Was I in the wrong?

Sometimes I get to thinking
About you and me...
And sometimes I wonder
Was it meant to be?...

But, then I think about all the times I cried
Because you couldn't be by my side
And I know it sounds mean but, you know it, too
It just wasn't right for me and you
Circumstance is a *****
Situation's a *****
It was the hardest thing for me to walk out that door
Another time, another day
But, then I needed more.

So, what did we lose so long ago?
Inspiration, our muse, where did it go?
I don't know about you
But, I'm writing this now
You inspire me now...still somehow
My friend, you will always
Dear friend, you have always.
 Mar 2013 Alex Bautista
FrannyFoo
It never stopped,
Never halted.
Never ceased to amaze.
The beauty of this rain,
And the strength.
With which it crushed
the breath of many.
Choked
Suffocated
Broke
 Mar 2013 Alex Bautista
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If you are falling in love with collar bones,
Defined abdomens,
Back dimples,
Visible rib cages,
Thigh gaps,
Straight, white teeth,
Long, endless hair,
Spakling eyes,
Dainty fingers,
You are doing it wrong.

If you are falling in love with the way his collarbone slight juts out,
How his abdomen flexes when he's stretching in the morning,
How his back dimples are indications where you can rest your hands,
How her visible rib cage only means you have something to strum your fingers across before bed,
How her thigh gap is just apart of her exterior,
How her straight, white teeth look when she's smiling,
How her long, endless hair is perfect to run your fingers through,
How his sparkling eyes are always fixated on you,
How her dainty fingers always find yours,
You are doing it right.
I think it's silly to have a fixation with a body part. Collar bones are collar bones, teeth are teeth. I don't fall in love with these things until someone I love has them.
I also think features become more beautiful when someone you love has them. Straight teeth and thigh gaps are not beautiful. They are once someone you adore has them.
It's a shame that people are attracted to these features rather than how features construct and create people.
I'm falling,
hotter and hotter,
I'm falling,
with the stars,
Freer and freer.
I'm throwing,
harder and harder,
I'm throwing
my anchor to the moon,
steadier and steadier.
I'm not going down yet,
staying and staying,
I'm watching from up here,
the snow falling heavier each year,
lighter and lighter.
The snow on the trees,
it always helps me see,
clearer and clearer.
Have you heard,
when the snow falls,
the sounds are soaked,
into each crystal
on the flake.
creating an image
stronger and stronger
than words.
The stars they fall,
The moon it catches,
The snow flakes show,
all the steps to love.
Closer and Closer.
Next!

Hi my names Janet
I want to save the planet
I like little dogs and lots of

Next!

I am Glen meet you is good yes
I am from the Ukraine
I once made a windmill out of matchsticks
I can skin a rabbit if you like stew!

Next!

I'm Pippa I ride horses I have powerful thighs
Do you like horses, do you ride?
I could ride with you

next!

Hello I'm Lorraine back here again
Last time I met a musician
It was ok at first till he blew on my *******

Next!

I'm Joy I like uniforms and outdoors
I quite like uniforms indoors
Do you have a uniform?

Next!

My name is Joanne I read all I can
I  just finished 50 shades of Grey
It's changed my life, you look nice
Do you wear ties all the time

Next!

Hi I'm Tracey do you like films I love films
My ex used to film me, would you like to see
I have it on my phone, I'm the one in the mask!

Next!

My names John the girlies are gone
Sorry none  wanted you this time
We meet next week for another 20 quid
You might get lucky then!
Read an article on speed dating and thought......... why not have a giggle. Edited several times
The good.
The good die young?
Is it absolutely true
That only the good are jabbed
With an arrow of a short life?
It makes no sense to me…
I had breakfast this morning.
She couldn’t.
I laughed with my friends.
She can’t.
The most hurtful thing is,
I woke up this morning.
She didn’t.
Why?
Why, God?
Why is it that the lives
That seem to have been
The most valuable are the ones
That get taken away the quickest?
I take a breath,
And it’s over.
But, not for me.
I carry on.
Is the fact that my life
Is far from perfect
The reason I’m still here,
Still breathing?
Was her vibrancy and passion
Something you needed right then?
Yes, she will be exactly the angel
You were searching for yesterday.
She is no longer in pain.
It’s the ones she left behind
That my prayers are for,
Tonight.
You will be missed, angel.
 Mar 2013 Alex Bautista
Tori G
Girls
 Mar 2013 Alex Bautista
Tori G
All girls are
Very pretty.
And
Most girls are
Very witty.
And
Some girls let boys
Play with their kitty.
What kind of girl are you?
**you can mix and match if needed.
Also, notice how I shaped it like a girl ;)
Evening approaches silently
The cold easterly wind bites
My face feels like ice, frozen
Snow is falling three counties away
It may reach me, it holds some comfort
Stomach knotted in depression
So so many many things beyond my control
Today was an effort, tomorrow will be more
One day soon I can see it unworthy of the effort
No tomorrow no more, no point
If you have never seen depressions face
Looked at its sallow eyes
it's gaunt expression looking back in the mirror
You my friend are lucky.
A silent killer
Slow
Un merciful
All consuming
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