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This is not a poem,
I really wish I could write one again.
This a sad echo,
from someone who is already dead.

I used to be better,
when that part of me was alive.
She was the one that understood my soul,
she transformed my tears in art.

But I killed her, I killed me,
and now I can't see through my tears
I'm drowning, but I can't scream.
  I'm speechless.

I forgot how to write poetry
blah blah blah blah blah blah
lanico Mar 2018
oh, he was the love of my life;
he was the universe in the sky.
he was the spark that lit up my heart
and the lighter that burn out my cigar

oh, he was, indeed,
the only thought i had in the night
before closing my eyes
and the first thought i had in mind
when i opened my eyes with the sunlight

oh, he was my sun,
the one who gave me life everyday
and made my petals bloom and my face bright


oh, he was my moon in the noon,
because every day at 6pm he would knock on my window
telling me to open up
so we can watch the starry sky together
and after that, whispering into my ear that my eyes shone bright;
bright as the stars in the sky.

oh, he was, indeed, the love of my life;
the one who broke my heart
and never shown his face
he is my all, and i just hope we can finally meet sometime.
thank you, because even if we haven't meet yet, i'm thankful i still believe in love because i keep thinking of you.
lanico Jan 2018
i've been feeling so dark lately
that not even the diamonds in your eyes
or the brightness of your smile
can make me laugh
  Jan 2018 lanico
Mariel Ramirez
I. THE FALLING IN LOVE

i should have known

from how the very first thing you told me
was a lie, and your eyes captivated me,
perhaps because i could never read them;
you were a mystery

that it was wrong

for you to say you liked me, so soon
just because i brought you cookies
just because i did; i must have been so good
at falling in love that you thought
you were too

II. THE FALLING APART

i should have known

when you’d say you love me
but i’d find myself alone,
when i’m blue, when i’m in tears,
and you search for words
and come up empty

that it was wrong

except i’d gotten so used to it,
to making excuses, to finding comfort
in what you offered, to convincing myself
it meant more

III. THE HOLDING ON ANYWAY*

i should have known

when i was too afraid to be honest; i knew
the hurt my words would cause; i knew
they could never be taken back, and that
we would both be left hollow

that it was wrong*

if i ever hurt you i would have had to be
broken myself, shattered beyond repair; and
the bullet i would use to shoot you were the
pieces of metal i dug from my own heart
with shaking hands

i should have known
that it was wrong

and i did,

but i thought that if i kept quiet you would
never notice and i would rather live with you like
this, because you disable the ticking time bomb
of my heart and in its place a dull ache,
throbbing instead of beating, and because
if you left, *no one would care if i exploded
  Jan 2018 lanico
Kayla Flanders
she was not fragile like a snowflake.
she was fragile like a bomb.
and i didn't know which was scarier-
                                                        ­  her explosion or her calm.
part 2
  Jan 2018 lanico
The Poetry Peddler
Would you mind if I told you...

that I love you
every second
every minute
every hour
every day
every week
every month
every year
of my life?

Would you mind if I told you...

that you are my best friend
my confidant
my lover
my world
my everything
my "I can't live without you?"

Would you mind if I told you...

that I stay up late thinking about you
or that I keep dreaming about you
over and over again
or that I can't face tomorrow without you
or that I will cease to exist without your smile?

Would you mind if I told you...

that this poem is about you,
even though we haven't met?
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