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 Feb 2015 Shyfa
Shay Petterson
If I had known
that it was going to be our last kiss-
I would have stayed in bed with you all day.
If I had known
that it was the last song you were going to sing to me
I would have called for an encore until my voice was gone.
If I had known
that it was our last real goodbye,
I would have told you how much I loved you.

But I didn’t know.
And I had things to do and places to be.
And I was so happy I didn’t think to worry about lasts
because it was only just
The Beginning.
 Feb 2015 Shyfa
Kelly Rose
Wistful
 Feb 2015 Shyfa
Kelly Rose
A gentle rains falls
mesmerizing
in sight and sound
Wistful thoughts
invade
She feels
the loss
of the love
she never had
2/9/2015
 Feb 2015 Shyfa
Kelly Rose
Another sleepless night
3am, a bit beyond
the witching hour

A time of quiet reflection
Remembering dreams lost
& Creating dreams to be

Thinking of past sorrows
Anticipating tomorrow's
Joys

Another sleepless night

Contemplating Life's mystery
And
Marveling at the
Wonder of it all...
2/8/2015
KetomaRose
 Feb 2015 Shyfa
ashley
When he says he doesn't love you anymore don't look around like you're waiting for the sky to fall. Take a deep breath and keep your eyes steady. Whatever you do, don't look down. Stare at a spot on the wall if you can't bear to look at him without losing your composure. Don't let your hands fumble for something to hold onto. Ball them into fists and ignore the urge to cover your face. Don't hide yourself from him while he breaks your heart. Turn your expression to stone and listen silently while he makes empty apologies. Don't scream, don't ask why, and please darling, don't ask him to change his mind. If he ever really loved you he wouldn't be doing this. He doesn't deserve you. Restrain the angry, betrayed side of yourself. Let it tire inside your head, don't let it out, it will only make things worse. Hold your tongue when it begins to plead "don't leave me alone", don't give him any more power over you. I know all you want to do is wrap yourself around him and hold on for dear life, but you can't do that. His arms will no longer hold your broken pieces together so you better start to learn how to do it yourself. When he gets up to leave ignore the empty feeling in your chest and the knots in your stomach. Don't chase after him, not even to lock the door. When you hear him drive away shut off your phone and take a deep breath. Turn on the shower and get in. Wash your hair and cry a little bit, then have some soup and go to bed. When you wake up the next morning don't call him. Go to the mirror, look yourself in the eyes, and understand that you are enough. Take a break from dating when you realize you look for parts of him in everyone you see. Don't kiss another boy until you know you won't picture his face when you close your eyes. Maybe in time the two of you will find each other again, but for now you need to take care of yourself.
i say as i cry and beg and cant even begin to let go
 Feb 2015 Shyfa
LittleFreeBird
I've grown tired of the cold
That tugs on my skin here
I want to go where the sun shines
And chase rays
Instead of rain drops
You can bury yourself
Along the shoreline
And I'll let the ocean
Sweep me off my feet
 Feb 2015 Shyfa
Mile Conde
I love you. I love you more than I love myself and that's bad. That's very bad. That's horrid. I am dependable and weak and I need you to walk along the merciless path that is my uncertain destiny. I want to be independent but your love is holding me back. And I want it to. I want it to? I don't know, not any more. My feelings are drawing me to you, while common sense and experience are driving off and I don't know which one to follow, because both options are going to tear me apart. I am you now. I breath your air and talk your words and plan your future. I am so profusely fused to you that it terrifies me to even think of breaking this unhealthy bond.
My heart runs one way and my mind the opposite one. Which one should I leave behind? What is worse, a broken heart or never-ending hidden misery in a golden cage? Because your love is a prison. A lovely one. But a prison, indeed.
Logic vs. Feelings  •  Brains vs. Heart.
Overwhelm me.
Invade my solitude.

Make me spellbound
and penetrate the coma.

Deny me
of my rational thinking
and make my head spin.

Interrupt
my heartbeat
and fracture  what little peace of mind remains.

If you look closely
you'll see that my cold eyes
promise warmth...

come closer.
When
the seemingly intangible dream
finally reaches out to me,
it's persuasive fingers
will wrap themselves
around every inch of my body
and soul.
Its tender power
releasing the emotions inside.

Something
will take life
in our hands
as we touch,
and awaken the beauty
that sleeps within.
 Feb 2015 Shyfa
Michael Humbert
I write poems on post-it notes to remind myself
That occasionally you can be just as disposable
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