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 Jul 2015 Paul C
echo
Surmising
 Jul 2015 Paul C
echo
So I guess
I found you by accident
and forgot you
on purpose
and that's about it then. Toodles.
 Jul 2015 Paul C
Jasmin
; (20 words)
 Jul 2015 Paul C
Jasmin
I don't know what is worse:
Happy moments that can't be experienced again, or
The tragic memories we can't forget.
 Jul 2015 Paul C
Paige Chevalier
one. I walked you to your car, and made sure that each part of you was safely seated before i closed the door. once i got in the passengers seat, i told you to buckle up, and when you didnt, i reached over the center console and kissed you as i carefully grabbed your seat belt and strapped you in. you rolled your eyes at me, told me you loved me and grabbed my hand and kissed it. i asked you to keep both hands on the wheel.
two. I put my hands up your shirt and rested my head on your chest when we were laying down, just so i could count your heartbeats. so i could feel your heartbeats and so my head would rise and fall with your ribcage. i ran my fingers through your hair, and whispered alive against your skin. i kissed your collarbone, your chest, your stretch marks. you asked me to stop, you told me you loved me but it tickled. i told you i adored your laugh.
three. I tried to be as close to you as i could. i asked you to come to a haunted house with me, and i let the sound of your laughter fill my ears. i know i get scared easily, that was the point. i gave you directions for the longest way possible so we could spend more time together. i turned on your favorite song, and watched your lips move. when the hum of your voice made its way to my ears, i closed my eyes and let my head lean back. i held your arm through the entire haunted house. i jumped closer to you whenever i heard a sound, i buried my face into the crook of your neck, even when i wasn't scared. you laughed at me for so long, pulling me into you each time you did and told me you loved me. i pressed my ear against your chest and listened to the way it resonated.
four. Sweet dreams
four. i care about you
four. how are you?
four. are you okay?
four. did you get home safe?
four.
five. I didnt yell back. I wiped your tears away when they escaped your eyes, as mine fell and shattered into my lap. i kissed your collarbone, and i pulled myself closer, even when i was shoved away. i squeezed my eyes shut, like if i closed them hard enough, i could unhear that this was my fault. i touched your neck, right under your hairline, and i told you i cared about you. you told me that you couldn't wait for me to say it anymore, that you didn't know if i loved you or not. i told you to drive safe, and i watched you walk away. i saw you put on your seatbelt and look at me. i watched you start the car with tears in your eyes.
 Jul 2015 Paul C
R
11:09pm
 Jul 2015 Paul C
R
i wonder if the only thing worth missing about me are memories?
I'm actually worthless, so jokes on me
 Jul 2015 Paul C
Raghu Menon
A cool morning
After a night's Rain
Sun still hesitating to wake up
from the blanket of the clouds...
14/7/2015
 Jul 2015 Paul C
lionheartlion
Dear God,
I pray you bring me someone who adores me.
Who loves all the small irrelivant things about me and finds them completely relevant.
Who will ask me if its okay every time.
Who respects my opinions and beliefs even if he may not understand them.
Who will never belittle me by mentioning another girl.
Who won't provoke me for sport.
Who will appreciate the things I do for them especially if they become compromising.
Who will put my feelings and anxieties first if they pertain to their control.
Who will never make me worry about them for a minute.
Who won't make me question if it's okay to be mad about.
Who doesn't make me feel crazy except in a good way.
And most of all I pray that he will love you more than me.
 Nov 2014 Paul C
W. H. Auden
Clocks cannot tell our time of day
For what event to pray
Because we have no time, because
We have no time until
We know what time we fill,
Why time is other than time was.
Nor can our question satisfy
The answer in the statue's eye:
Only the living ask whose brow
May wear the Roman laurel now;
The dead say only how.

What happens to the living when we die?
Death is not understood by Death; nor You, nor I.
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