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Love is green
Life to spark life
From rooms unseen

Ever wide eyed
Song of our children
Strong as the tide

Hope for the risen
Making all new
Accepting the given

Color of youth
Branches to vine
Green is the truth

Truth is divine
 Apr 2015 josin137
Madalyn
It's not just love that will drive you mad, it's the idea of it too
 Apr 2015 josin137
Madalyn
I still can't get you out of my head. I try to ignore the feelings but once I lay down to go to sleep
I start replaying that night and I yearn for more like it
 Apr 2015 josin137
Yung Wifey
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 Apr 2015 josin137
Yung Wifey
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this is not a poem
but my heart hurts so much
and I'm not sure what to do
 Apr 2015 josin137
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Remembrances of you remain
In the farthest reaches of my mind.
But I do not know why I cannot refrain,
The reason that you stay on my mind, I cannot find.

You're even in my subconscious...
At night, you cloud all of my dreams.
And I still find myself singing your songs while I'm conscious,
I am still not over you, it seems.

Somehow all I can hear is your voice,
When I hear a song you like on the radio.
You've taken up a greater part of my life than anyone has, without a choice,
An unbalanced ratio.

I will always love you,
Infinitely until I find one that can replace...
But you are you, and it still stands true,
That in a crowded room, I see no other face.

I hope you, without condition, love me,
As I have hurt you as well.
I hate to see you hurt, especially by the cause of me...
As I have always wished you well.
 Apr 2015 josin137
M
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 Apr 2015 josin137
M
how do you fill the emptiness if you're digging from one hole to dump dirt in the other one
 Apr 2015 josin137
Kinara
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 Apr 2015 josin137
Kinara
Why do all my deep thoughts and personal breakthroughs happen when I am trying to fall asleep
The things that I have buried so deep that no therapist could uncover
Vaguely Creep back into my head
As a young child my soul was whole but now it is nothing but a small fraction of what used to be
I am broken
And truth is nothing will ever fix this ache
i wrote this really late on one of those nights where i couldnt sleep
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