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  Jan 2015 laura
Stu Harley
poetry
frees the soul
that
give us
wings of gold
and
the
words that we hold
if the eyes
never sleep
laura Jan 2015
your arms held me
together
so when you let go
and walked away
i fell apart
a million pieces of
confusion and pain
as time went on the pieces of me
became sharper and more jagged
nobody would dare try
to put me back together
for everyone i touch
gets cut
it is a lonely thing
  Jan 2015 laura
Víctor Manuel Serna
Its been a while since you left,
But I never accepted you were gone.

I just pushed away the thought you,
And tried to forget those 9 months existed.

For all I remembered, the Creator made a mistake,
And time skipped right over three seasons.

But looking at our words,
I can't deny what is true.

What we left behind had more power than us both,
And so neither of us could destroy it.

And as everything is rushing back,
I don't know what to do,
Because one thing is still missing,
And that one thing is you.

It's been 6 months since it ended,
Yet it feels like 6 years.

I forced tears from my eyes,
Thinking you might return to dry them.

I forced blood from my eyes,
To make space for you in my veins.

But you didn't.
You couldn't.
You can't.
And you won't.

It was a nightmarish hope,
That a mortal soul could **** Death.

And still I'm clinging to you,
Like the ink on a note.

You're my blood that flows,
Through the artery in my throat.

How I'd love to cut you away,
Just to cease shedding tears.

But Death won't yet take me,
Death feeds off my fears.

I expected your return,
But the thought was outrageous,
'Cause the insane part of my mind,
It's proving to be ageless.

I'd beg you to return and receive no answer,
Surrounded by the air that contains a rejected request.
For some reason, the desire of temptresses,
And THC smoke are all that fills my chest.
laura Jan 2015
i began to love you
and as you began to love me back
i began to love myself
it was a fragile thing
laura Jan 2015
life has become a jumble
of tear stained pillowcases
fake smiles
and memories of you
four hundred twenty three days later
you still have all my thoughts
every endless maze in my mind
is me chasing you
but i can never catch up
and now i'm just walking
turning this way and that
hoping i'll turn around
and you'll be looking for me
you'll smile and tell me
you always planned on
keeping your promise
and then i'll sit up
look around my dark room
and lay my head back on
my tear stained pillowcase
36,547,200 seconds later
  Dec 2014 laura
ratgirl
Love *****,
Because I thought I'd finally moved on,
Until I saw your name appear on my screen.
I could've sworn my heart skipped a beat.
laura Dec 2014
whispers fill my ears
they think i don't hear
or
they hope i do
i am done listening
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