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but what do you do when you're
a shell
a shell
a shell
of the being you used to be
i swear i thought i was the world
now i look at my hands and i
don't know them
don't know these freckles or those lines
i remember i used to tell my reflection
that she was strong and deserved
something good
but i don't know those eyes anymore
so how can i tell that to a stranger
tell them they're loved
how can i when she and i are all we have
and i don't love her
i'm not sure how much longer i can do this ****
 Mar 2017 Paula Sullaj
Ola Radka
Freshly ground coffee,
love wafts in the morning air.
Is it here to stay?
I am not stupid
After all i did.
I loved.
it's two a.m. and you're still on my mind
will we always just be friends?
after every late night?
every long conversation?
every stupid little joke?
I should've known I would get hooked
I truly didn't mean to want something beyond this
but, how could I not?
you've become everything to me
yet, I can clearly see
that there could never possibly be anything more
than the solitude and silence
my love for you sits in
 Nov 2016 Paula Sullaj
Àŧùl
She was ultra thin,
But neither her head,
Nor her breast.

Limbs all rickety,
But neither her bed,
Nor her crest..

Words spun like web,
Crept around my skin,
I lost all my control...
HP Poem #1245
©Atul Kaushal
 Oct 2016 Paula Sullaj
Ian Moonsy
To stop or not to,
When you have a connection,
It always remain.
I
know
this i s
just a phase
A
fall i n g
s t a r from
outer s p a c e
Along
with t i m e
this w i l l
p a s s
but
I w i l l
cherish it
until it l a s t
I've seen the people
They have tombstones in their eyes
Dying to get high
Our stars light the sky
In the gathering dark of
A lonely city
Shout out to Molly for helping me on this one. If you haven't already, please check out her work, she is a wonderful poet! :)

http://hellopoetry.com/mmg/
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