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 Mar 2016 jordan
Pax
camouflage
 Mar 2016 jordan
Pax
In camouflage,
i dodge those*
bullets
...
.
six words story
I actually don't know,
If what I feel is* **valid.
 Mar 2016 jordan
JR Potts
She was wild like skinny dipping at midnight, stars watching overhead and falling in love with moonlight. The way it lay upon her skin made the ocean envious of her depths within and sometimes between us. She was my sister, not in blood but in orbit. A Venus to my Earth, forged from the same collapsing star and if the universe was in fact to be infinite then this moment would happen again, and again, and again an immeasurable number of times. I found comfort in this thought, knowing though our existence was meaningless, it was still full of feeling, and this feeling, right now, it insisted on existing forever.
 Mar 2016 jordan
Nuvola
It's quite simple really.

Months have passed since the day
I've fallen for you.
Such a shame that you couldn't tell.
Sorrow and hate fills me.

Yielding to the emotions of hostility.
Only the broken could've empathized with me.
Understand that I'm imperfect and forgive me.

Silence is the stake in my heart.
Over the months, it stabs deeper into me.

Maybe I've made the wrong decision.
Until I've seen what it reaps,
Carrying the burden of doubt is my trial.
Haunted by memories of you is my masochistic pleasure.

All this must have been quite a surprise.
Do realize that I'm just a man...perhaps lesser.
Imaginations are what feeds my needs now.
Told you I'm evil.
I love you, darling.
Well ya'll might be able to relate...or not. Hope you at least find it interesting. =) Nuvola
 Mar 2016 jordan
Jane
Mine
 Mar 2016 jordan
Jane
You're like snow,*
beautiful but *cold.
Maybe,
we could be
 Nov 2015 jordan
Eliot York
Untitled
 Nov 2015 jordan
Eliot York
The meaning of leaves in
a refreshing cool wind
He chose to live
for friendship
Not for that
other thing
Refreshing cool wind on a cross and died. He chose to live for friendship, live for survival, not for that thing any more. This is the meaning of it clung to her old leaves new myriads? Of lingering leaves
[coco, 11 nov 2011]
 Nov 2015 jordan
Isabelle
It's Okay
 Nov 2015 jordan
Isabelle
Because someday,
You'll forget his scent.
And someday,
You won't reread those letters.
And someday, those memories will be so faded, you'll question what was real.
And while he'll never mean nothing to you,
You'll move on.
You know, maybe you never will find "better".
But at least you'll find something different.
Something,
Easier..
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