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Have not all of us made mistakes we regret?
Have we all done things we would rather forget?
But do we not all learn through experience?
Do we not grow, evolve as a consequence?

If from past mistakes we have learned a lesson,
If as a result we're a better person
Perhaps the only mistakes we should regret
Are those we have taken no learning from yet?
As I smoke my last cigarette I'm thinking of you
I always thought that everytime I exhale the smoke of the cig.
I would erase you from my mind
and as I inhale it I try to forget you
but sadly I can't
Because the truth is you still hold a part in my heart and I'm still hung up on you.

-S.S
 Jul 2015 lucy winters
yuki
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 Jul 2015 lucy winters
yuki
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it's no lie when I said that I felt eternity
but I always did nothing but repeatedly make you sad.

please let me sleep with your name resounding in my head
the passing days
the weeks and months
they drew us apart
your name hurts my mouth when I speak it out loud
the name which i can not call out
it burns my lips when I whisper

we were  looking for the the others faults when
we should have looked at each other

my limbs are trembling to the sound of storm
hitting the glass of my window
the sound of it kills the silence
the tranquility I seek
the repose I need

I don't want you to fade
even though the last memories of you
envenom my insides
like a snakebite

my body is rotting away, returning me to earth
she embraces me like a mother

I want to hear, even a sigh
a small hearbeat that isn't and won't be there
that little rythm

my nightmares are unchanging
the drowning days
their weight piles up on me
a burden.

the spider lily is in bloom
the moon will fall
this second winter is standing still
spring will not come again

it's cold but I won't lock the door.
Maybe you'll come.
Maybe spring will be with you.
The u-turn of uninterrupted talk
Falls short before the midnight hour
And through the remembrances
The hushed
Echoing of a printed face smiles
Among the old and new.
But only you know he has gone,
For your heart is broken
And thrown about the room
Where your old man's chair sits alone....
Where you once shared
A laugh and a joke,
A tear and a smoke,
A kiss and a hug,
A poem and a mug
Of tea,
(With a wee dram of Glenmorangie)
On a cold night
By the firelight,
Reading Frost
- 'The Grindstone'
In candlelight,
Listening to Django Reinhardt's
'Crazy Rhythm'
On the radio
As it beats out a frenetic system
Of notes that runs and parts
Into segments of your mind.
Now you are on your own,
You sit back to find
What you have lost....

©Jack Aylward,
July 2013
I was sitting in the train,
A young boy sat next to me,
Started crying,
I asked ,
He said he was cancer free,
For the first time.

But in a few moments,
A tremor,
An earthquake,
An accident,
He was gone,
Before my eyes.

So take chances,
Take risk,
Take a leap,
And;
**Go Ye Forth and live life to the fullest.
No matter
the weather
Rain
Or shine
With a blankie
Its better
With a blankie
It's fine

You rarely
Find Riley
At a tea party
With out
the security
Of her snuggly
blankie

This blankie
is special
Introduction
Necessity
Hello Riley
"My blankie"

Morning
To night
Never
Out of sight
Riley
loves her blankie
Always
holds it tight

Someday
She'll grow up
And forget
What it was
But we'll always know
It was something
she loved
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