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Persephone is crying in the Underworld
In rooms of pomegranates
And dark violet blooms
In places created to give her what Hades
believed he couldn't
“He walks as if he believes himself Death,”
She thinks
“He watches his reflection like Hera watches Zeus;
disgusted.
Always looking for some former glory.”
But the 3 Fates are his alone
How did he not see her coming?
She cries because she loves him
And he doesn't know how to love himself
She hands him pomegranate
And bloom
She shows him every mirror in her room
“How can you not love what is only an extension of me?”

The Gods wanted to think she did not love him
They found this easier to believe.
I like cats
They are very cute.
You can put them in hats
But sometimes they pute.

It always smells bad.
And you cannot react
Because you cannot get mad
And they sometimes attach.
I thought you would all just like to know this. Add some happiness to my gallery (or portfolio)
As night is upon us we feel a lingering pain.
The pain of darkness.
The sorrow of a death.
The death may not be forever, but still you're gone.
Gone from your friend and family.
And as this darkness goes you know as the Sun will soon set and the darkness will come again.
I really don't know what I was thinking about when I wrote this.
Life is like a seed
It need care and love

Life is like a flower
It is beautiful and delicate

Life is like us
It needs to be protected

Life is filled with truth and lies
It is as graceful as a butterfly
It is as sweet as a kitten

But if not treated rite
Life and the balance will collapse....
As the years went by the time slipped away
As tears fell the smiles rose
Unknowingly our time vanished
Now we are parted
And now the haunting memories of long times together
Brings me sorrow and pain
As I will love you forever
I wrote this about my cat. I know, it seems like a rather dumb thing to write a depressing thing about death about, but I was like ten, and I really loved my cat.
I had a dog named Mallie
She knew how to take a tally
I thought it was weird
Then she grew a beard
So I sent her off to Cali.
Again with finding the random poems I wrote in middle school.
My lover is silent.
But oh those sweet sentences that fill my mind.
The words he never spoke,
That fill his mouth from inside me.

My lover is no longer.
He touched me and left me,
As lovers do.
And now all I have are the strings I pull
On the lover in my mind.

Hello Lover, I remember you.
I remember every part of you.
I hold you, you won't get away that easy.
You are mine now.

You can control your silence.
You can't silence my mind.
I can't silence my mind,
It's my solace and my torment.

Goodnight Lover,
I will see you again in the morning,
Whether I want to or not.
Whether you want me to or not.

There you are.
Beatting.
Inside of us.
Beatting.
But it will stop.
The terror.
When it stops.
You may cry.
You may scream.
It is always different.
The sorrow.
The fear.

When will it happon to me?
Why will it happon to me?
I do not know?
Please not let it be soon.

Beatting.
For a set amount of time.
But sometimes it changes.
It ends before its time is over.
But why? Why? Why?
Please do not leave me soon.

I love you.
But you left.
Please do not leave me here alone.

I love you.
Please do not leave me again.
Forever.
Till ever.
I will miss you.
I wrote this a loooooong time ago so please don't hate on it that much.
"Wasn't it beautiful when you believed in everything?"

- Infinite silence. -

"Everything becomes real after you realize
How many people don't care about you."


"You might not know this,
But I'd go out of my way
Just to make sure you're okay,"
[She said with a downcast glance.]

"I don't think I'm emotionally stable enough for that."

- Suddenly, it's hard to breathe. -

Sometimes I get so sad that
I completely shut down...
And I feel like it's easier to sail away
With sadness
Than to battle the current
Trying to make my way back
To shore.


"When did this happen?
When did your scars become on purpose?"

"Just go and leave me alone."

"I miss the days when things were simple,"
[She whispered as she softly shut the door.]**

I stare blankly at the wall,  
And it doesn't matter
what anyone says to me
Because in that moment,
I don't exist.

You and I were different,
But it all started with a smile.

We came from different worlds,
And I actually believed you loved me.

After everything, I must confess
I need you.

But you never came back.

I think the worst part wasn't losing him...
it was losing me.

But there are no happy endings:
Endings are the hardest part.
Bold type is meant to be another person. Italics is for when I'd be speaking.
Normal type are thoughts.
It's piece was constructed from posts on tumblr, except for anything in brackets ([]).
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