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 Jul 2017 NARMONSEA
JDK
Self-awareness is a curse,
but self-indulgence is surely worse.
I can't write any more
 May 2017 NARMONSEA
Aidan A
I once penned -
To find someone that would
Want you, exactly as you are
Was to find depth
In an ocean of shores.

I look no more.

I could not care less, that
My fear used to get the best
Of me.
It still lingers and creeps
Even in my sleep,
But I know I'm afraid only
Because shes perfect,
Perfect as can be -
Realistically speaking,
Shes just right for me.

I cannot write of beauty,
And that's not for the lack of it.
It is only because I'm so distracted
By her charm and wit -
The funny accents, slightly ***** jokes
But with capacity of depth
Only oceans invoke
I see passionate flames
That just need to be stoked.

At this point I cannot tell
If this will work out well.
I can only say that I will love her fully.
I will let her destroy me
Completely.
I will not back down, I will try
To give myself to her
As if I was never broken
Because shes deserves more
Than the shell of the man
I believe I am.

If she cries in the
Dead of night, I want to hear every last
Word soaked in pain leave her be.
If where she lies
Lacks enough light, I want to be right by
Her side, just so she can sleep peacefully.
And if my eyes
Start to lose sight, I know I need not see.
I know shes got me.
I need not more -
I've got her
To calm my seas.

Let me sing,
Let me soar -
The Left Handed Leo roars

I've found depth
In an ocean of shores.
 Jan 2017 NARMONSEA
JAC
What comes down
must first have been up
but we all must start
in the sea.
 Mar 2016 NARMONSEA
Holly
The Room
 Mar 2016 NARMONSEA
Holly
I went into your room last night.
My intensions truly pure.
But when I opened the door,
Your scent was no longer near.

I crept into your bed again.
But you weren't by my side.
If I hadn't been so drunk,
I wonder would I have cried?

Your bed's no longer soft.
The sheets no longer warm.
No stuffed animal to lay beside.
No arms to shelter me from my storms.

I woke up in the morning.
There's not a trace of you.

The walls are bare.
Your belongings all gone.
This place is lonely.
I played your song.

This is goodbye again.
The thing I hate the most.
Time keeps moving forward...
Leaving me behind...

How do I say farewell to these images that keep lingering in my mind?
 Jan 2016 NARMONSEA
Holly
There's a million ways to love a soul.
And I'm done holding back, just so you know.

Because I love so many people in this day to day life.
I can't hold it back, just to be someone's wife.

There's the way I love you.
I want to have our home.
I want to go on adventures.
Never leave you alone.
Make silly faces.
Caress your hair.
Make goofy videos.
Cuddle our pets.
Maybe a baby...
Fancy that.

There's the way I love you.
Always messages a few a times a year.
Happy birthday. Merry Christmas.
How are you my dear?
How is the wife? How are the babies?
I found your letter.
Man, we were crazy.

There's the way I love you.
You taught me so much.
A better way to think.
A better way to touch.
How important it is to value myself.
And how to let go.
That's why I love you so.

And there's the way I love you.
The unapologetic ways.
In which you take my hand
But make everyone the same.
The way you say,
"I just want to see you"
And even though it's temporary,
You make time seem brand new.

There are too many ways to love a person.
How you can be so sure what is real?
Which one is forever?
Which one would should we feel?

But I wouldn't be me, with out all of this painful action.

I want a world that's not afraid to love.
Not sure why I wrote this one
 Dec 2015 NARMONSEA
Holly
Blanket
 Dec 2015 NARMONSEA
Holly
You're wrapped up in me.
Soft and sweet.
You pull me close around you.
Your body's heat.

You hold me tightly on the coldest of nights.
I bring you comfort through all your frights.

You use me up.
Every night.
I feel your fingers caress me so.
And the morning I don't want to let you go.

You smell so sweet.
The sound of your breath.
The warmth of your chest.
Your cheek I caress.

But you don't love me the most.
You'll bring her home tonight.

You'll worship her warmth.
On top of me.
My existence forgotten.
Even if momentarily.

The things I do for you go unnoticed.
The warmth I have for you, untouched.
I'm just a thing in your life of lust.
Of course I can never trust.

But tomorrow when you're lonely again...
You can rely on me, my friend.
 Sep 2015 NARMONSEA
ThePoet
I've only been affected 
by anything other 
than affection

The only plan made
was to never have 
anything planned

I've only been 
perfect at living as 
an imperfection

The only thing I
understood was how 
much I didn't understand

©
 Sep 2015 NARMONSEA
Akira
Scar
 Sep 2015 NARMONSEA
Akira
He told me my scars weren't beautiful
And I told him that no one could ever really admire a masterpiece
Without taking a few steps back
Your scars make you who you are and no matter what you are beautiful
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