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 Jul 2013 Marleny
maybella snow
all my doubts
                 about your love for me
      disappeared
                                 when you told me
               you were crying
                       because you missed
      the sound of my voice

           just like how
i'm crying now
                      because i miss
     the sound of yours
 Jul 2013 Marleny
choupinette
I had said it first
I love you

maybe he didn't hear me.
maybe he didn't want to.
he eventually answered,
it took a week... or was it two...

It was bitter with shame
I love you, but I can't

Something about my belief in life after life
I didn't want to have heard it
Keeping it in the dark where it would hurt silently.

Maybe if I keep saying it
I love you
Maybe it'll be true again.

He hurt me first
I should've told him.
I don't love you

He hurt me first. I didn't want to get hurt anymore.

you're a cold-hearted *****! Why would you ever do this to someone!

Sometimes it's better to be the villain of someone else's story than to never be the hero of your own.
 Jul 2013 Marleny
st64
gifted
 Jul 2013 Marleny
st64
The other day, a house nearly fell on my elbow
Berating the sky for being so impolite
It gifted me this chevalier ...

Wh-what a rad surprise!



S T, 11 july

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gift = gifting = giving ....as they say, never look a .......

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sub-entry: 'Ballad Of The Soldier’s Wife' - Caroline Henderson

What was sent to the soldier’s wife
From the ancient city of prague
From prague came a pair of high heels shoes
With a kiss or 2, came the high heels shoes
From the ancient city of prague

What was sent to the soldier’s wife
From Oslo over the south
From Oslo came a collar of fur
How pleased her, the little collar of fur
From Oslo over the south

What was sent to the soldier’s wife
From the wealth of Amsterdam
From Asterdam he got a hat
She look sweet and that and knew that hat
From the wealth of Amsterdam

What was sent to the soldier’s wife
From Bruxelles and Belgium land
From Bruxelles he sent her laces so rare
So have and to wear,
Oh those laces so rare
From Bruxelles and Belgium land

What was sent to the soldier’s wife
From Paris, the city of lights
In Paris he got her a silken gown
It ended in town, that silken gown
From Paris, the city of lights

What was sent to the soldier’s wife
From the south, from Bucharest
From Bucharest, he sent her a shirt
Embroided in purf, that remain in shirt
From the south of Bucharest

What was sent to the soldier’s wife
From far of Russian land,
From Russia, there came just a widow’s band
From death to be wed and her widow’s bells
From far of Russian land
From far of Russian land.



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 Jul 2013 Marleny
maybella snow
mouth wide open    
eyes squeezed shut                
i feel i'm in pain
but i can't scream  
i can't utter a noise            
there's nothing            
im silent screaming                
my hands are ******
to stop them shaking      
but it's not really working
because my arms are tensed        
if someone touches me i'll lash out  
so don't touch me
while i'm silent screaming  

my shaking hands reach up    
to grab a fist full of my hair
yanking at it i continue to scream
but again nothing comes out              
not a peep, nothing
 Jul 2013 Marleny
Remus Cynclair
I lay, staring at the ceiling
A million thoughts
running through my head
What will tomorrow bring?
Sweet memories?
Or
Maybe something else...
I have to keep pressing on.
There is a light
at the end of my tunnel.
I'll reach it someday.
'Til then,
Ill rest easy.
And forget my troubles tonight.
 Jul 2013 Marleny
Remus Cynclair
I loved those days.
When I'd slide over to you
And move so our eyes were level.
You always thought
I was trying to kiss you
I was just trying to look at you
To show
how much i loved you
No matter how unrequited
And all your excuse.
I still believe
still hope
That you'll love me someday too.
 Jul 2013 Marleny
Audrey Illena
Words can do so many things that we'll never understand
A heartbeat won't make you come alive the way one word can
The pictures that they paint can take your breath away
Goodbyes that they whisper will make you want to stay
When they are laced in hatred and fight to make you cry
You find that rhyme within you and realize it was lies
That words would never hurt you, only sticks and stones
Well now you're a few years older and left with broken bones.
When sweet words are spoken from someone that you love
You feel cupid catch you and carry you above
When words are hard to come by because your tongue is tied
It always seems as though your missing an important part of life
When words are placed in music, your soul is pierced within
Whether it be happy, sad or tragic, your heart is singing till the end.
Words can do so many things, and I've only said a few
But put thought before your speech because the power starts with you.
Some say that fighting for your
country is a privilage
its Honorable they say
But I say its a phony
mistake.

Some fight for the money
Others for fame
others for redemption
some for pain.

They say that all men are treated Equal
But when power and control is Concerned
they treat nobody Equal.


You can't say your fighting
for something worth dying
When your leaders can't
say Nothin to the discriminate
killings of innocent civilians.

Your leaders may Lie
But your moral chices dont.
because the war you fight
is war on judgment and choices
you decide whose right or wrong.
 Jul 2013 Marleny
Lyra Brown
no, darling. i do not hate you.
yes, darling. i am forgiving you. i am purging
myself of all resentment, hate, anger, conflict, and hurt
i am sweating it out, i am accepting how life is
as life is right now. ***** the idealistic idea of how i wish it were.
life is what it is and that is
enough.
you are enough.
the Mediterranean sea is in my eyes,
I am inviting you to come swim in them. I am asking you
to never dry off. You can breathe under the water
in my eyes. I promise I won't let you
die. Well, the good parts
at least, for death is a requirement for
healing. I can feel parts of me
dying with every passing day,
in a good way, in the way an undiscovered insect dies
so that their body can be used as fuel
for their young.
yes, darling I still love you.
no, darling you do not need to be perfect.
Come, dive into my eyes. can you feel the fresh sea water
embracing your skin? Are you smiling yet?
Take a deep breath and know
that you can breathe here forever,
a mermaid child that lives in the bluest eyes
of the purest heart. i promise i will let nothing
keep us apart.
 Jul 2013 Marleny
Nikki Longmuir
Sorry, not sorry
That actually made me sick
How calm and poised you may show
Yet your words are filled with arsenic

I hope this makes you happy
You’ve finally made it to the top
******, jolted, and threw your friends
Until they ruptured like soda pop

But my dear there is one thing
One thing you should know
One of these days you will realize
Your inability to grow

Because there’s more than just a job
Or your smarts and good sense
There’s this tiny thing called character
It’s unexplainable, to someone so dense

So enjoy it while you can
Enjoy the “top” you've reached
Just don’t complain when people run
After all, no one cares for a leech
And thank you once again
For revealing your true attitude
Because all it did was remind me
To never trust a dog to watch your food.
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