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When Whispers Fade

A final word...
a last goodbye...
slips through lips
full of expectation
that tomorrow
is on the horizon.
You never anticipate
that night hangs
on the edge
of something you'll remember
you forgot to say...
when whispers fade.
Lights are low now...
the background
hums with silence
as your voice seeps in
like molasses...
I can't stop fiddling
with memories
and this ticking clock
leads me
from one stolen moment
to another.
I'd like to say
I'm mad at you
for leaving
or that I am hurt
because you didn't say goodbye.
The truth is...
I'd crumble at your feet,
if you were to appear before me..."
even what I didn't love
about you would become things
I couldn't live without.
As it stands...
I'm just whittling away
the empty time.
 Jul 2013 jude rigor
hkr
oh.
 Jul 2013 jude rigor
hkr
oh.
i kissed a boy
i had no feelings for
because his drugs
made me forget
about the boy who
took all my feelings
with him.
i trapped my heart in a cell                                    
a cell i made to perfection
to keep it in and away from everyone
its cold and lonely                                                           ­           
but thats the way its supposed to feel                    
it keeps my head from my heart                                        
this way there are no unwanted feelings                                

no love                                                             ­                                                 
because love is a feeling that comes from the heart
not the head                

by doing this it keeps my heart protected
safe from love                                                    

because with love comes hate and hurt                          
the only way to live without love is to trap your heart

in whatever way you can                      
stop at nothing to catch it                      
hide it away                                            
nourish it but don’t                                
whatever you do                                    
don’t let it love.
a poem i found its the part one to the other one i commented on.
i'm so happy when you're here                  
giddy with love                    
                               but i know you'll only have to go
sooner rather than later
i beg you                                                                
every time                                                                        
to stay                                                  
forever this time                                                              
                                             pleasepleaseplease
                              don't leave me this time
                                       it hurts more
                                                                    every time
pleasepleaseplease              
i beg you                    
                           just stay
don't leave me
10 words
*i can't sleep i have words needing to get out
 Jul 2013 jude rigor
Zedler
[time]
 Jul 2013 jude rigor
Zedler
[time]

Someone suggested it wouldn't last
long. Give it a couple months and see
that she held my hand last week and
said that she wouldn't give up on me.  

Her words I love and her voice calms
each nerve, and it brings me joy to see
her smile after hearing the
accompanying sound known as laughter.

Count every time I've made your heart
skip a beat and if the answer is five;
realize that it's no coincidence that
you're now a part of my life.

Time flies by so let's detain it and hear
every tick blaring in our ears
so we can learn to appreciate it and
retain exactly what it is that's passing by so fast.

Each poem an accompaniment and
dedication in developing my appreciation
to the muse whose perfection has
engrained itself within my retinas.

She's fallen asleep as I write this which
is just part of our routine. She'll be up
around 8 with a response that'll make
my day before it's started.

Poems that you inspire correlate with
my suspicion. Beauty radiates from your
presence and take this poem as a
present for keeping my heart mended
in the present.

Ending this poem is difficult.
Similar to when we part ways after
experiencing the most amazing day.

Remember each moment. Treasure each
memory. Experience each emotion in
due time and knowing how amazing it is
to know that it's you I'm with as it races by.
 Jul 2013 jude rigor
L
seventh grade
 Jul 2013 jude rigor
L
i remember my friend laughing,
even in the worst situations,
which would usually cause the teachers,
to yell.

i think she did this,
to cover up her other emotions,
to drown them,
keep them silenced beneath a pillow.

she was loud and "obnoxious",
and she very much annoyed,
other students when,
they tried to work.

she sat next to me in math,
complained to me about everything,
i never thought to really listen,
but maybe i could've helped.

one day here,
the next day a cruel joke played on the class,
"the highschool councilor is here if anyone needs to talk",
"she took her life last night".

how'd she do it?,
"she hung herself in her closet",
this is a terrible sick joke,
"we're so sorry to have to tell you".

could i have helped?,
"this is none of your fault, kids",
but what if i had tried?,
"she was far beyond anyone's help".

she was only twelve,
"her thirteenth birthday would've been next month".
and for the first time in my life,
i prayed to a higher being for her safe travels into,
another kingdom.
 Jul 2013 jude rigor
Tyler Brooks
a rose,
enriched by the sun’s color,
casts off the tragedy of red,
to bring what is left
of nostalgic warmth.
 Jul 2013 jude rigor
L
i'm not entirely true to myself,
but neither are any of you.
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