Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
  Nov 2014 mrmonst3r
Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
  Nov 2014 mrmonst3r
CS Oakes
Pain and sorrow let loose to ****,
Joy and bliss left free to roam;
Dark and night, light and day,
Value, justice, apathy.

To tell the truth or tell a lie?
To believe or to deceive,
To see false for false or real for real,
Madness, waste, insanity.

The strength to endure the harshest blow,
The weakness to fall.
The vigor to rise, the dread to turn back,
Panache, terror, equipoise.

Cry to the night, weep to the stars,
Lament your losses and your gains.
Feel the poignance to exist,
To love, to lose, to fight and win.

The flower's bloom, the sun's warm glow,
The happiness of emptiness,
Inane joys rotting in our souls;
Comfort, peace, banality.

Logic and rationality,
Sound reason to do, to live, to die.
Euphoria in just purpose, despair in cogent cause.
Wherefore, why, validity.

Emotions, feelings, vagaries,
Justice, madness, equipoise,
Love and loss, joy and ease, farce, reason, tragedy;
Where lay the world's true alchemy?
  Nov 2014 mrmonst3r
Hermann Hesse
How heavy the days are.
There's not a fire that can warm me,
Not a sun to laugh with me,
Everything bare,
Everything cold and merciless,
And even the beloved, clear
Stars look desolately down,
Since I learned in my heart that
Love can die.
  Nov 2014 mrmonst3r
Charles Bukowski
little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
i won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
i won't blame you,
instead
i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and i won't use it
yet.
mrmonst3r Nov 2014
I lost my job.
I lost control.
I lost my friends.
I lost my soul.
I lost my appetite,
My thirst.
I lost my blessings,
Found a curse.
I lost my dignity,
My pride.
I lost my heart.
I lost my mind.
I lost my vices,
Virtue too.
Nothing hurt —
Until I lost you.
mrmonst3r Nov 2014
Run
He wanted to get up and run to her,
Now.
Emotional gravity.
There was no thought, only feeling.
No bags to be packed,
No flights to arrange,
Just an instinct to flee.
Regardless of location,
Without her — he was a stranger.
Run.
Don't look back,
She'll be waiting.
mrmonst3r Nov 2014
I can't undo the past,
I won't take steps
To forget our time together.
I won't make new mistakes,
To fake a life of meaning.
I won't demonize your heart,
To justify my pain.
I won't bawl and **** and fight
To feel alive again.
I won't.
I can't.
This love
Was beautiful.
It cannot be undone.
Next page