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 Aug 2015 Leyla Jude
Michelle
My brain must hate me.
What reason, other than that, to explain why I'm constantly tortured by the mental image of him. And her.
Him and her.
Him with her.
I don't want to remember, I just can't seem to forget,
every single moment, right from the offset.
That look in your eyes, made me feel so bad,
you were beautiful when jealous and now it's just sad.
Every word said on that night, still echoes in mind,
and try as I might, I can't leave it behind.
So a distraction was needed, and perhaps that wrong,
but I remember too much, from your voice to that song.
Some days I wear a smile
Fake as I may be
As those days come fewer
And pain persists
The empty feeling moving in
Nesting daily
To notice a person's pain is one thing
To change another
To understand is simply impossible
None know
Our hearts all beat so differently
Our pain unique
But all our days are as equally painful
If born of self hate
LOL
Life Of Loneliness
Like One Lie
Love Only Lost
Lost Off Land
Looking Over Lines
Longing One Love
Losing Our Love
Last October's Light
Life Old Loathing
Loathing One's Life
Leaving Over Loath
And
Laughs Of Lies

When using words to describe
None have to know what's felt inside
Making words the easiest
Way to lie

Life Only Lets One Live On Lacking Of Love
I now know things are over with you. We both do, and it hurts me so much.
I should've just kissed you last night. Why didn't I just kiss you? Was it because I didn't want to hurt you further? Was it because I was scared how I would feel afterward?
I loved it when you held me. No one can touch me like you do.
 Aug 2015 Leyla Jude
Mitchell
Let me
Heal beyond
What
I can do
For myself

I see a dead river
She sings
A forgotten tale

We are young.
How young?
Where will we be
When
We are old?
Who we will wish
To see?

Am I always dancing on questions of old
And
New?

Am I
The questioning man?

Let no role be
Personified.

Let no role be
Encompassed.

Let no legend ever
Be
Fulfilled.

I'm the last riddle of
The
Puzzle
Of
The saying that proves
That you two
Are
In love.

I'm,
The,

Last Resort.

Sad
Eyed

Pretty of

The Highlands;

You make the beauty of the hills sing;

You make the misery of the world sing.

I can recall a moment when
I became you and you became me.
We walked within each others shoes
We laughed; we danced; we enjoyed

Each others other loves.

And then the clock bell rang,
And we were beckoned back to our former selves.

We listened to the wake of the crossing river,
Hitting the rocks and the shore lines of trunks,
Meeting the shores and the winds weak meet of their effort,
An aggressor if we could have met them, face to fcace
Mace to mace

We stay what we are
Until we perish,
Leaving nothing,
But our vanished bodies but our
Everlasting

Memories.
 Aug 2015 Leyla Jude
book mania
Beating down to my core

eating me alive

eating away my pride

your words are like daggers

killing me inside

you tell me i am weird

that i am just another loser in the machine called life

the machine called life

they mold me like clay

to make a good human out of me

but everyone knows

humans are monsters
monsters are humans

Those stories about monsters and demons

we are all combined

we are the monsters of the world
we are the demons of life
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