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We picked the seashells on the shore,
You hear them whisper in your ears,
I always love to hear you share what they speak,
Their words with different voices,
I always thought you just pretend,
So I pretended to understand,
Now you are far
Beyond the horizon that we see
Whenever we watch the sun wake and sleep,
I picked a seashell on the shore
And hear it whisper in my ear,
I hear your voice saying I love you.
 Aug 2015 Anto MacRuairidh
Jaded1
My pain cannot be hidden,
All my words are tinged with red, not because I misspelled them,
But because my pain cannot be hidden

I trusted, I admired and I loved, but no, you didn't
All you wanted was to make me bleed
Just one knife hole would have been enough
But no, only a million needle ****** would do for you

You said I was beautiful inside
My thoughts led me to believe it was my heart you were referring to
But no, you were talking about my ******
How could I be so naive!

With my eyes closed, I let you strip away the innocence of my youth
All in hope that you would stay,
But no, you had other plans
You were on mission “use and discard”

Yes, you succeeded
Everyone told me that I could live without you,
“We have all been there and back” they said
But no, that was a fabrication,
A common platitude… that doesn't work

Well that was yesterday, before I saw you with that girl today,
Your accomplice on mission; “break her down”
But no, this time you didn't succeed
Well it’s true that we are all like pebbles of sand, the wind can blow us away
You are not an exception
I'm safe in my room
This glorious tomb
Afraid to leave and scared to be
Faced with all the possibilities
That the cards show
In sick, steady flows
The future that won't happen
The future in my head

So happy birthday to me
You annoying ****
I hope your day is filled with happiness and luck
And that you're not lusting after that guy
That rejected you every time you tried
Because you've come to accept that
The future is in your head
I turned sixteen today and it was pretty sweet (pun intended)
 Aug 2015 Anto MacRuairidh
Jaded1
slowly I rise and dust myself
ready for the dark days ahead

your birthday,
your death day, mother's day
I am a small rose
In a clearing with you.

Wrap me in tendrils.
Celebrate the suns' flame
And see my light with moon
Glow in the night with us afar
As we make love under stars,
In the soil is our one keepsake,
Roots that plait the fertile earth,
By winds, we make our journey,
Each leaf is a palm of touches,
Each bud a knuckle of fealty
And all the thorns our glory.

Lie with me in the deep tangles
Of airs and moon and rains,
See the red, fire in my hair,
And the blush of my face
As the petals they are,
See the red, red rose
Of my fearless love.
You implore me to work it hard to find another
You say it like It's just as easy as disobeying my brother
You tell me we didn't deserve our end but it was karma
That much as it were heaven, it was Hell because of the drama
You're on bended knees asking me to forgive and forget
Tears streaming down your eyes with a crimson melancholy of regret
You're urging me to shine my eyes to the doors opened
But how can I hear you when by my own despairing sobs I'm deafened
Why are you even here beseeching me to stop clinging?
Why does it feel like It's the same sad song our hearts are singing?
What are you here to do, beg me to move on or pick up the pieces?
Are you here because you love him so much or you miss my kisses?
I hope you recall how bad I am at deciphering silence
Almost as bad as I was at Mathematics and all the science
So maybe It's time you say whatever you came to say
Or just walk out, after all it won't be the first time you walk away
Eastern surveyor's
Dancing across mine face,
Her pucker's move
In Tagalog groove;
Heaven at mine bedside
She awaiteth.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©あある じぇえん
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