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Taylor Hill Feb 2015
Had I known I'd never hug you again
I would've held on tighter.
Had I known I'd never hear your laugh again
I would've told more jokes.
Had I known I'd never hear your voice again
I wouldn't have hung up.
If only I'd known.

Had I known you'd be leaving
I would've followed you.
Had I known you were lost
I would've found you.
Had I known I'd never see you again
I wouldn't have looked the other way.
If only I'd known.

Had I known , mom.
I could at least say I tried.
Had I known, mother.
I could at least have told you how much I Love You.
*But I didn't know
My mom passed away about 5 years ago, and I'm only now learning how to cope with it.
  Feb 2015 Taylor Hill
BertJane Perez
Goodbyes never hurt me
It's always the memories that follow
To live in such a cruel reality
A world so insensitive and shallow

A goodbye is just a moment
But the memories are stuck on replay
To think we deserve such torment
We remember each and every day

A goodbye will not hurt you
But the memories will shatter your being
Break your heart into pieces
Your life may even lose meaning

Goodbyes do not hurt you
They are only the beginning
A life that was once so simple
Turned into a life so unforgiving
  Feb 2015 Taylor Hill
Drake Brayer
I woke to the sound of fire
Chaos and panicked screams
Eyes alive with ire inspire
The stuff of nightmares and dreams

Her rage is as eminent
As black is in the night
Harsh words a sentiment
Of a battle I cannot fight

Her body is in motion
A violent display of hate
Her fear is an ocean
I drown in it's embrace

Waters of cold emotion
So bitter to the taste
Her tears the death of devotion
My hand reaches forward in haste

I hold empty air and memory
The loss of her touch is fresh
I pray that she remembers me
That my touch lingers on her flesh
  Feb 2015 Taylor Hill
Steele
Rhyme night with light.
Rhyme love with dove.
Rhyme pain with razors,
and when that's not enough
mix in some words about heartbreak and the mock-laughing moon.
Catch some eyes, smoke some starlight.
Dream about raves full of lasers.
Drink till you're on the floor,
then shut the door.
And lie alone in your room.

Smoke.
Drink.
Live.
Die.
Wait for the pain
to make way for the high.

That's the path to the floor where I lie.
The train's in motion.
Its brakes are broken.
I guess that means I'll see you all soon.
  Feb 2015 Taylor Hill
Carly Laskowski
how is it that I still feel every single emotion that you imposed on me?
how can I make you stop invading my mind with memories that inflict as much pain as they had joy? how is it that you were such a significant presence in my life and destroyed every inch of my ability to trust or love anyone? how is it that I still can't let go of you when you made me let go of myself?
January 23, 2015.
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