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  Sep 2014 Michael Duong
Amanda
I only ever wanted you to taste the sweetness of a white lie.
I guess,
my mind hopelessly wanted it to become the truth.
x
  Sep 2014 Michael Duong
Amanda
Oh look, there goes a little bit of my mind,

where is it off to now?
Hey you lovely soul!
How are we doing today?
Hope you have a brilliant day & night.
xo
  Sep 2014 Michael Duong
Amanda
The way your voice sounded 357 pages ago,
a sweet cut across on wintry darkness; flitting out were all the stars.

The little husky notes living in the
b r e a t h i n g s p a c e s
of
your lungs and mouth to lips are like bookmarks.

I never quite lost the page I stopped at.
I dare not read on.
Hey you wonderful soul!
How are you doing today?
I just watched my school production, Grease. I am blown away. :")
This was typed to Breath Again- Sara Bareilles.
Oh, and if you are feeling a little blue, chin up, sending you a big hug.
right.
Now.
x
I can smell him on my sheets
      I can taste him in my dreams
             I can still feel every inch where he's touched me
I hear his laughter echoing in the walls
             I can still see him in all these pictures I saved for
           memories

But this bed is bare
My dream's a nightmare
       I can't hear
             His laughter
       He's not near
             Enough to touch
My eyes are blinded by tears
He's killed my senses,  
      I'm no longer aware

Everything around me,  slowly fading away
His face, his scent, his laughter,  his touch
Maybe I'll just pop a few pills and sleep away the day
At least he's in my nightmares, the pain of reality is too much
He's gone...  He's in her arms now... I'm dying and crying and it's all just too much..
  Sep 2014 Michael Duong
Poetic T
wRiting
           hElps
                      Lighten
      thE
         loAd,
wordS
                    Escape
  Sep 2014 Michael Duong
Jon T Wagner
I'd give up my left arm to always be right beside her. My right arm for her to know she's what I have left and both arms to be able to hug her when's she away. I just don't think I have enough to give to get the courage to tell her when she's here.
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