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I don't care anymore
I don't care about the past
Yours or mine
I just want you
At the end of my life
I will still want you
I don't want the past
To keep me from being happy
Not anymore
You were,
No, you are my soul-mate
I don't care what anyone says
I don't care
Because all I know
Is I love and miss you.
Didn't know I still felt so strongly until I saw your picture. I faltered. My mask fell. I need you. I was never a paragon. Neither were you. We were imperfectly perfect. Always will be.
Secrets as a chlid,
are done for fun...

Yet secrets in life,
can lead one to a gun...

Secrets that one hides,
can only lead to dispise...

Secrets we hold,
as we grow old...

Secrets we feel,
cant always be healed...

Secrets between two,
of love so true...

Secrets about ***,
is always the best...

Secrets that hurt,
come from the dirt...

Yet secrets of two,
are held by me and you...
I love your amazing eyes
They look otherworldly
Like there's a galaxy within
Spiraling with your gaze

If infinity paid me infinite money
It would be far too cheap a price
To trade for a little, tiny, weency
"I love you" from you

There is no continent on this earth
That will prevent me from running
Through the deepest ocean's deep
To your arms that my heart keep

If I were all alone forever more
I'd go to an insane asylum
Just to remember you
Because you are my heart.

P.S. I like your ****.
Written 7 February 2016... one of my personal favorites.
you shoot and they die
why humanity do they
face brutality?
 Dec 2016 Rickie Louis
avery
tearing every inch of me apart
piece by piece
until i've lost the different halves of me
the days go by, i lose myself a bit each time
oh, where does it all go?
where does your body go if you never return home?
---
people are young, that much is true
but i know for once that i'm older than you
and when i look into your eyes
i see my fears reflected back to me
the fear of dying young and living too old
because dying when you're young reaffirms your dreams
and dying when its all said and done gives you a legacy

who is my soul? i may never learn
could be built from the shadows
on planets far away from earth
could be constructed from the cracks
chipped off of asteroids,
a visual representation of the void
i'd argue that it doesn't matter where
each part of me comes from this universe
---
i want to glide along a cosmic wavelength
feel myself move through multiple dimensions
if space-time is a continuum then why am i stuck
in a vacuum, forced to live a life of singularity?
In the space between madness
I wait. Patiently.
For the cold, univiting kiss.
 Dec 2016 Rickie Louis
Jellyfish
About to sleep again...
Stress has gone to my head,
I'm tired and miss my friend.
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