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 Feb 2013 Sheeda
Samantha Robbins
I wonder if her lips trembled when she was told.
Did tears run down her face or was she just silent?
My life was ended before I got to see her.
Leaving was the hardest thing to do.
Hadn’t it been our birthday that day?
I was on my way to see her.
The first year passed and I wondered if she was okay.
I bet she walked around with a smile.
She was always stronger than me.
When I left I didn’t know if she’d miss me.
I was a broken person, always leaning on her.
She was always there for me when I needed comfort.
In the second year, did she stop coming to my grave?
When I left, did she finally break?
I wanted to watch over her and keep her safe.
Does she hate our birthday now?
I would if things had been the other way around.
I would not be able to celebrate.
Three years pass and I wonder if she’d forgotten my face.
I stopped counting the days long ago but I know she still does.
I wish I could say sorry because I didn’t want to leave.
Three more minutes and my life may not have gone away.
The car would of gone by and the road would have been clear.
When four years pass will she be able to talk about me again?
Will a smile cross her face when she thinks of me?
When I left, I didn’t think it’d be this way.
Does she think I meant to leave?
Persona Poem in the view of a friend of mine that died.
 Feb 2013 Sheeda
brooke
Mountainous.
 Feb 2013 Sheeda
brooke
it may seem like
nothing, but the
boys used to call
me bush and this
girl named Sierra
would lie about
our friendship,
i've been ugly
more times than
I can count and
because I never
forgave them I
still spend every
day trying so
hard to be

loved
(c) Brooke Otto


something a little childish.
Take these tears from yesterday
And kiss them all away.

In the shuffling long, long line..
..stood men from another world..another time
Dressed in linen shirts and boots and kipper ties
Men with tired sad..grimy eyes.

And in the Labour exchange a man would say
Ninepence ha'penny...unemployment pay.
This..
..for men who had gone to war
And evened up the score...crushed the fascist state.

Why do they call this country great?

Those men who sat beside the Thames..
..and with one stroke from Sheaffer pens destroyed us all.
But these proud old men..did heed this country and its call.
Left the fields and left the ploughs..the pits and mills
The rolling hills where they were born
A forlorn hope..for a brighter day
Kiss my tears from yesterday away.

Why do they call this country great?
This Island state
The ancestral homes
Of dead mens bones.
Expletives long deleted..hope depleted..future boarded up.
We will not drink a cup and sing to..
Auld lang syne.
 Feb 2013 Sheeda
Charles Bukowski
little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
i won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
i won't blame you,
instead
i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and i won't use it
yet.
 Feb 2013 Sheeda
lolosworld
You got that special look That steals my breath.
laying down with you i get no rest.
My heart goes dun dun dun inside my chest.
When it comes to loving, you're the best.  

You're the reason i get out of bed.
Go to work Til i drop dead.
And one thing, I must address.
The sight of you as you undress.
Stops me, puts me in a trance.
Lord please give me once last chance.
To make her smile til her face hurts.
Stay up all night making love to her.
Rushing through the day to clock out.
So i could see what she's sad about.
Coming home to see her cook.
I just can't help myself but look.
She's in nothing but her birthday suit.
As tempting as forbidden fruit.
I'm the Adam to her eve.
Sometimes i still just don't believe.
That she's in love with someone like me.
And she's not afraid if the world sees.
How happy together we can be.
Loving for all eternity.    

But one thing i now understand.
God made her for another man.
And no matter how much it hurts.
I still have to hope it works.
So in the future i will see.
Your amazing smile because you're happy.
Even if it's not with me.
I'll let you go and let it be.  

Saying goodbye was always hard.
My heart is soft from all the scars.
left behind as you walked away.
Where would we be if you had stayed?
Would we be at a beach playing in the sand.
Or white skirt twirling in Ireland.
These specific words have caught your ears.
But I just can't stop myself here.
I miss you more every single day.
I kept your letters by the way.
I read them every single night.
And think of how you did me right.
And i did you wrong.
So I guess I'll just move along.
And say goodbye.
Trying my hardest not to cry.
As our fingers seem to lose their grip.
And our broken hearts continue to rip.
I have to say just one last time.
I love you with all this heart of mine.  

And as I say I'm moving on.
Document my feelings into a song.
Telling the truth of how i feel.
My heart is always yours to steal.
And If you ever feel the same.
If it brings you back I'll take the blame.
And change my ways.
If it makes you stay.
Please Do it soon I'd hate to wait.  

Suddenly it hits , is been too long.
You've moved on and found someone .
Who makes you smile and makes you laugh.
I thought i was the best at that.
So I'll end my thoughts with these last words.
I hope you get what you deserve.
That Big house.
That's Full of kids.
That Amazing spouse.
What You wanted.
And as life pushes through.
I'll try my best to believe the truth.
That We were not supposed to be.
I'm not the one for you, you're not the one for me.
But i can't seem to loose this thought.
The necklace you made, the one i bought.
Getting Tangled up, intertwined.
Guess I'll have to stop this heart of mine.
From loving you more with every breath.
Because of my memories you're the best.

Every Day i wake up.
Expecting To find my one true love.
Laying Next to me.
But all i see.
Is an empty space where my heart used to be.
By the time that lunch has come,
I feel like I've lost someone.
but gained a thought.
Which Is helping me be less distraugt.
Life has lessons you must learn.
No punishment i didn't earn.
And now that it is clear to me.
I'll let you go and let it be
 Feb 2013 Sheeda
Tallulah
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I'm still a lil'
In love with you
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