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 Dec 2014 PhiWrit
Beebz The Queen
even though he was the one who ended things
I was the one who chose not to be friends
because one day if he moved on it would crush me
I think that's why they say, all good things must end
I know I loved him more than my life
but is this life of mine worth giving
and now that he is gone and were not close
is this life that I have worth living
I made so many promises to him
we said forever and always when we dated
but now it seems there is no for ever
all these outcomes I hadn't even debated
but what do I do now that were done
do I try and live out my life
do I forget I ever loved you dearly
and let someone else become your wife?
 Dec 2014 PhiWrit
Bluebird
She took off everything,
until only innocence was left.
Her world became bigger with
a slice of pain,a gift from myself.

Her skin was white as snow,
Her lips were red as wine,
I saw the halo around her head,
A creature once divine.

She took the shelter from the pain,
Under my broken skin as we kissed,
We kept ourselves warm with our breaths,
As she drank the poison from my lips.

Her angels weeped,i could hear them,
A sad song from the bottom of their soul,
For the part of her that was missing,
The part of heaven that made her whole.
a bit uncommon for me but i hope you enjoy!
 Dec 2014 PhiWrit
Mike Hauser
What child is this
In which we're blessed
Who gives the world
It's gentle rest

A world that is
In the greatest need
Of the one true God
The Prince of Peace

He doesn't come
Wrapped in a box
He comes wrapped in
His Perfect love

The best of gifts
One can receive
The Lord of Lords
King of Kings
 Dec 2014 PhiWrit
Greyson Fay
Look into my eyes.
Sharp and defined
With a single glance they crack your peace of mind
They open like vaults.
To hold all my faults.
They Peirce through your skin.
Your love and your kin.
They hold the same forgiveness as the sea.
None for either you or me.
 Dec 2014 PhiWrit
Greyson Fay
I lost my halo
The one that made my eyes sparkle
The one that spread on my smile with my morning toast

Now I dont eat
My eyes stay on the ground
And I can't breathe.
      is this a poem or a self diagnosis you idiot?
I dont care.
Feed me needles and nails.
Maybe then I will understand.
The pain she feels when she looks at me.
When she looks at me

*cant even bear to see me
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