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 Apr 2015 Janine Sleiman
Love
I lay awake at night
thank god for my life
and the stars for their light
I look to the morning star and pray
God give me strength to put down this knife
protect my girl, keep her safe and okay
this girl is my sin
One day to be my wife
the girl who I pray will let me in
so dear god, dear stars and the moon
protect my girl, let her get through this strife
keep her safe and okay so that I may see her soon.
No need for jealousy
I only love you I promise
I don't love him I swear

Stop imagining things
Things I stop thinking,
Things I regret for happening.

The moments I spend with you
are far more beautiful.
I can't think of tomorrow
without your smile on the picture.
Don't you worry
I can get rid of those tears instantly
I can plaster a smile on my face
In the blink of an eye

But what I can't do
Is feel
Because after all these times
My emotions
Just don't work well anymore

So I pretend to feel
A rainbow of emotions
Especially now when I need them most
But all I can feel
Is dead inside
This is kinda depressing but also kinda true
another broken day
a reminder of how far i am from where i need to be
thoughts of you have become traps littered through my mind
my only victory lies in its dwindling frequency

its effect however never flounders
as the pain in my chest seems only to grow
this journey is getting old and colder
upon every shooting star, I wish for a newly paved road

one that is not just orbiting around the pain of us
where i take solace at every apogee
but one that takes my aching heart
beyond the pull of our broken infinity
 Apr 2015 Janine Sleiman
tap
she took back
every single apology
that she ever gave.
You are poetry.
Every square centimeter of your existence
Is it’s own iambic pentameter .
& I can’t help but notice
the way your smile never fails to rhyme with your cheekbones.
I think the worst part about seeing things that remind me of you isn’t that they remind me of you, it’s that I can’t show you them
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Tears dont start in the eyes.
They start in the pit of the stomach. Where butterflies are torn apart wing by wing like lovers do to petals.
Congratulations, You’ve murdered them all.
Now all that remains is decaying caskets.

That’s what you meant right?
When you said you don’t believe beautiful things can survive  ?
Because you're the one that kills them.
Hello poetry!
Oh wait, that's it!  
Read my words see how they fit

Divide my visions of unbroken dreams
This it what you asked for, my devious schemes

Dance to a language of winning days
See my sun, soak up rays

Thank you all to those who share
My love of poetry, I know you care

On this site I see the lives of men and women wrong and right

Don't doubt another's courage to speak
Without support I would not keep

Be at peace show empathy to care

Write your poem
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Peace and love to all ! **
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