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 Aug 2017 Samantha Francesca
Rumi
When the rose is gone and the garden faded
you will no longer hear the nightingale's song.
The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil.
The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing.
If love withholds its strengthening care,
the lover is left like a bird without care,
the lover is left like a bird without wings.
How will I be awake and aware
if the light of the Beloved is absent?
Love wills that this Word be brought forth
 Jul 2017 Samantha Francesca
Sam
In a dream I felt nostalgia
And it brought me to my knees
It wouldn't let me breathe
My cold, dead, teary eyes

When I awoke it hit me hard
Cause the pain did not subside
The vice stuck on my heart
Sinking me deeper in the dark

So my dear Nostalgia
Please just leave me be
I know I'm getting older
And the past I can't relive

So my dear Nostalgia
Please give me back my wings
I am sick of falling
And struggling to sleep

Please just let go of me
Can't you see I'm suffocating?
Have you no compassion?
I'm hollow
Broken by your kiss

Nostalgia I'm running out of words to say
I've been fighting far too long
I'm tired and weary
Decimated by your fury

So my dear Nostalgia
Hear me as I cry
Grant me one last wish
Stay the hell away from me
 Jun 2017 Samantha Francesca
Sam
If dreams came true, I'd be there by your side.
We'd watch our favorite movies while drinking coffee on the couch.
If dreams came true, you would tell me that you're sad.
I would tell you I feel the same.
That everything would be okay, and not to be afraid.
If dreams came true, we'd be the only two adults dancing in the rain.
People would stare, but we wouldn't have time to care.
If dreams came true, I'd be there when you had nightmares.
I'd hold you in my arms and chase the dark away.
If dreams came true, you and I would be a melody, and it'd be my favorite song.
A Response to Thought Catalog

Number One.
"She won't touch your stuff
because she doesn't want to do anything"
Which also includes leaving her bed
before six pm
meeting your friends
or seeing the movie you've been begging her to see
since the trailer came out last year

Number Two
"She'll probably forget you borrowed
money from her"
or to pay the bills,
or your birthday
or getting groceries

Number Three
"She's a cheap date"
more than likely because
she doesn't care where you go
but she wants to be back in her bed
the minuet she gets into your car
because now her insecurities
are buzzing in her ears
and clawing at her throat

Number Four
"She probably doesn't want to
meet your family"
sitting in her room terrified that
she's not good enough
that she will never be good enough
and they won't accept her

Number Five
"She will probably get drunk
and you can have *** with her"


Number Six
"You can get free drugs!"
she knows about her missing
pain pills and antidepressants
but she won't say a thing because
you love her, right?
it's selfish of her to think she needs those
she has you. right?

Number Seven
"She has poor memory
and a short attention span"
Unaware of whether its Monday or Thursday
or if she ate this week

Number Eight
"She won't talk that much"
instead she can soak up your words
and turn them against herself
until they infect her insides with acidic words
ugly/fat/ugly/stupid/ugly/useless/ugly/worthless

Number Nine
"She'll pamper you because
she's sensitive"
Here's the newest game you wanted
I hope it makes up for me not being good enough
Here's some money, go out with friends
I don't want to bring you down

Number Ten
"It'll make you look better"
She's a charity case
a lost cause
who lost herself
but she's *so lucky
she found you
She's like an accessory
that you drag around
she'll make you look perfect
won't she?
It's supposed to be simple.
Dating the dead girl walking.
besides the fact she'll
bawl her eyes out every time
you grab your keys
or the fact you have to deal with
the burden of having to hide
your mother's steak knives
so you can sleep in peace
without worrying whether
you will find her lifeless body
on your bathroom floor
Number ten
You can romanticize
the pain she goes through everyday
while her hourglass hearts
last grain of sand falls to the bottom
but you will NEVER
be able
to say you were the hero.
This probably sounds worse written than spoken but eh
 Jun 2017 Samantha Francesca
Zane
you don't cross my mind anymore
the notes of you love you wrote me
that once stayed fixed upon my desk,
but no more

you don't cross my mind anymore
i used to stay awake at night,
with just my skin and bones
worrying about the last words i said to you
but no more

you don't cross my mind anymore
so when it's weekend again,
and i find myself missing
how we read words of love to each other
i can firmly say
the hole you left has been rebuilt

with my own two hands.
 Jun 2017 Samantha Francesca
Sam
I'm sorry mom, but please understand.
The reasons I don't call you back are the same reasons I'm so many miles away.
The same reasons I can't sleep at night, and why my future is so bleak.
I'm sorry we can't be friends or even talk about the weather.
I wish I could  forgive you.
Just move on and be the son you want me to be, but the feelings are far too strong.
You forced me to swallow all these daggers after all.
Daggers with names like "Sorrow","Agony", and "Regret".
I'm sorry mom, but when I let my phone keep ringing, understand it's because you gave me a mountain to climb.
Here I am at the top though, and I'm trying to move on.
Inside storm touches the brim,
When you pull my arm,
And and and hold me close...
What a sweet pain
Unbearable
But but but adorable....
When you say,
You love me more than ever,
I melt like like like an avalanche...
When you call and just ask my whereabouts
The heart feels at the top of the heaven...
When you just come in and you hold me close and just calm me with your light quick kiss...
I melt like an ice cream....
How long i will hold my anger
Come and melt me like lava...
Silence me with your lips...
Enclose me within....
Let me flow
Let me unwind
Let me merge with you forever
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