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 Dec 2015 Simpleton
ks
lies
 Dec 2015 Simpleton
ks
feed me poison,
watch me die,
savour while I struggle.

stab me with knives,
hear me cry,
make my screams your favourite song.

cut me up,
bleed me dry,
swim in my tears.

let me go through hell,
in beds of fire, lie
make castles of my ashes.

leave me behind,
and say goodbye,
carry with you a piece of me.

but please.. don't say you love me
only to lie.
 Dec 2015 Simpleton
NV
because when she was young,

people would ask her

"what superpower,

do you wish for?"

so without any hesitation

she replied "invisibility."

and then,

and then she grew up realising

it came true.
 Dec 2015 Simpleton
NV
i sometimes wonder why you still visit my mood swings,
left in abandoned playgrounds between my chest.
why you still visit even though the slides may only carry you down to somebody like me.
somebody difficult to love,
somebody who cannot tell the difference between crying and laughing anymore.
why you haven't left this soul,
who's bones can't seem to find enough strength to push my side of the sea saw,
who can't seem to move past three poles on the monkey bar,
simply because of the weight on top of my shoulders.
this flesh of complete brokeness that couldn't bare ringa ring rosie,
because at some point one gets tired of always falling.
i often wonder, why me.
why me, with all my chipped paint and countless dents.
why you still visit,
when this isn't the grass on other side that's greener.
because God knows,
i'd understand if you look for a park elsewhere.
a park worthy of you.
 Dec 2015 Simpleton
Shylah S
I was sad at the prospect
                   that we must have a sad ending

I was afraid I would forget
                 the euphoria of us even slightly touching

It was with a heavy heart
                I said the wretched words "goodbye"

But when I look back at it

The sorrow and tears are gone
                 I'm left with cherished memories

Our ending isn't sad
                 our ending is insignificant

Our story is one that will be alive for **centuries
 Dec 2015 Simpleton
Shylah S
I transfer my emotions and feelings
into words
poems
stories

After writing, I cease to feel them.


But when reading them again after eras gone by

I feel the spark of it
a little flashback
like a time capsule
for emotions.
 Dec 2015 Simpleton
Caroline E
She was a person who could put the
broken pieces of another
back together
Sadly she was a person who couldn't
make her own broken pieces
fit
once again.
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