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 Mar 2016 muteD
Little Bear
Always..
it's always going to be my fault

No matter what you did or what you said
it will be my fault

Even the lies you tell
will be my fault

The love you gave and the love you lost
will be my fault

The pain you feel and the tears you shed
will be my fault

The agony and the injustice of it all
will be my fault

And the punches I took and the bitter words you spat
will be my fault

The obsessive
possessive
jealous
rage
you poured upon me
will be my fault

The others you slept with and threw in my face
will be my fault

The secret child you made
will be my fault

and so I left you

that will not be my fault

that would be yours.
 Mar 2016 muteD
re-deem
Broken Girl
 Mar 2016 muteD
re-deem
Broken girl, why are you crying?
Did you not find God today
in the world? In the words
of another, your mother?
Is it someone else's fault you are broken?
Some words spoken
Old wounds opened
That blood will stain stain stain
Pressure can heal that wound
Apply
Apply yourself
 Mar 2016 muteD
Jellyfish
As I lay my head back on my pillow
Tears drop down my cheeks
They wash away my smile
Maybe if they'd stop...
My feelings would too.
 Mar 2016 muteD
Sarah Ahmed
You hold grudges,
as if you've 
never wronged anyone 
yourself.

You bear grudges,
as if you 
don't know how 
much it hurts 
to have one 
against yourself.

Remember what you've done.
Remember how it feels.

**© Sarah Ahmed
 Mar 2016 muteD
Mic
Tension is the result of holding on to the insubstantial.
It's unnatural
It takes effort.
You ask for an effortless life,
then laugh,
for laughter is release
Relax
Be grateful for what you don't have to keep
 Mar 2016 muteD
Damian Murphy
Books are like flowers
Their words pollen seeds,
Carried far and wide
By all those who read.
With other words merge
To new life ignite
In the fertile minds
Of all those who write.
There tended, nourished
For hour after hour.
Encouraged to grow,
To once more flower.
 Mar 2016 muteD
nina
my ipod
 Mar 2016 muteD
nina
music isn't happy
music isn't sad
music tells a story
a story that drives us mad.
 Mar 2016 muteD
Shiloh
Wasted.
 Mar 2016 muteD
Shiloh
I don't really have insomnia
I just live with regrets
even though I know I shouldn't
my time would be better spent

I sometimes dream of things
what it would be like if
we had never met

Or if those few moments
led to something different,
anything would be better
nothing about you to be drawn to

I know what I have learned
through my youth
wasted on you
there is just that one thing...

I've been driven insane
gnawing on the concept
willing to live through the horror again
just to be given the chance to change it

It has been said I'm where I need to be
but this has held me back
I can't even give myself sympathy
because I know I'm just pathetic

I need to shine my light again
but the panic settles in
between that and the sleepless nights
I can't say that I will be fine

I never thought I'd be condemned
by giving everything I am
ridiculed for what gave me strength
dampening the flames at long length

If I had known all it would take
I'd have stepped on your stones long ago
I bet you didn't expect that you'd help make
someone better than you'll ever know.
 Mar 2016 muteD
aurora
past/future
 Mar 2016 muteD
aurora
tasting you takes me back
to times when I was younger
not for the worse
but for the better
and your smile shows me the future
light at the end of the tunnel
getting brighter
coming closer
 Mar 2016 muteD
AJ
love is a four letter word that has always terrified me.
it has been replaced with other four letter words-  "lies" and "gone",
harsh words with harsher meanings buried underneath the gentleness of love.
but when I look at you,
I know that "love" is more than just a word.
I know that it doesn't hold nightmares behind its sweet exterior.
I can look at you and see myself loving you for forever,
and maybe forever is too long,
and maybe forever is more terrifying than a four letter word could ever be.
maybe you can't see forever when you look into my eyes,
but I see forever with just one smile of yours.
too many cheesy poems and letters are coming from this relationship
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