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 Sep 2015 GieAn
Just Melz
I Would
 Sep 2015 GieAn
Just Melz
I would happily suffer
   because of how much I love you
I will put myself through misery
    just so you feel no pain
I would walk on flames
     and put them out
         so you can walk through
I will drive myself insane
     so you can have no part of the blame
I just wanna believe
        that you love me
               that much too
 Sep 2015 GieAn
eunsung aka Silas
you may not know me
face to face,
but you and I have connected
heart to heart through words.

Our lives are woven together by
the tapestry of words,
and into a living breathing poetry.

you and I are no longer strangers,
but fellow poets and sojourners
on this journey of creation.
 Aug 2015 GieAn
glassea
temporary
 Aug 2015 GieAn
glassea
she may hurt, but she is not pain.
she may fail, but she is not a failure.
she may be tragic, but she is not tragedy.

*she may feel worthless,
but this, too, will pass.
so it's always worth reminding people (i.e. myself) that just because you feel something in the moment doesn't mean that it's permanent. an emotion is an instant, no matter how long the ache lasts, and an instant cannot define you.

(thanks for the daily!)
 Aug 2015 GieAn
Luna Quinn
wilted petals on,
your bookcase,
perfume fills the-
room like the echo,
melodies play as you enter,
almost out of breath,
loved to death.
 Aug 2015 GieAn
Luna Quinn
champagne tears fall in my glass for you,
I can hear myself running out of breath momentarily,
seeking peace in the false clarity that clouds my head,
the ghost of you; it remains in my broken mind.

poured myself a drink of dead love,
it took one shot of bad love to make me write,
put the romance to bed,
funeral for the lust,
not even death will make me stop,
I'm a mess for your heart.

drunken words, honest thoughts,
you're the subject no matter which.

masochistic, fragile-cryptic-
messages of deep thought,
love feels like a sinful need,
when you're so far from my heart.
 Aug 2015 GieAn
Earl Jane
Fisherman
 Aug 2015 GieAn
Earl Jane


You are a really good fisherman,



And I am just but a foolish fish,




                                                       ­                      Preposterously bitten your hook,
                                                    With your bait of feigned love attached to it,

  



                                   Piercing it all the way to my heart,


                  Leaving me wounded with all of those prevaricates I've fell for,


But I don't know why,

                            I still love the feeling,

                                         That you've been jumping in gladness,

                                             That you've finally caught me,



Even though I was hardly breathing,

               'Cause you've taken  me away from the place,

                                  That makes me breathe and gives me joy.


                                 It somehow gives me relief,

                 Seeing the auspicious sun,

Brightly gleaming into my beautiful scales,

Not knowing it was just a start of a baleful Gehenna!




                    I should've known all along that it's just an entice!




                              But I am still blessed,


           'Cause I have manage to escape,

                                While damaging and harming myself in the process,


From the jailhouse that you've locked me in.




                                                      ­From then on,


              You've learned a lesson,


  

And use NET instead.



                       © Earl Jane
                         ♥ E.J.C.S.
 Aug 2015 GieAn
AM
Never Enough
 Aug 2015 GieAn
AM
I have written hundreds of poetry
with sea of hope to the crying stars
but my pen is still bleeding words
that never seem good enough to tell you;
to make you believe—
to help you understand
how much you mean to me
nor to hold you close,
to keep you
from walking out the door
 Jul 2015 GieAn
Mya
Bruised Hearts
 Jul 2015 GieAn
Mya
From heart string to heart string
We tug and we pull
We rip and we tear
Only with heartbreak to spare

From fist to fist
We swing and we punch
We hit and we miss
Only with bruises to bare
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