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 Jan 2017 Sincerely Em
Gidgette
You said to me,
" Wow, I think my heart beats an extra time when get I too excited."
I thought " Its because my heart beats in there too.
You are my heart disease,
As I've given my heart to you."
 Jan 2017 Sincerely Em
Ma Cherie
Broken wings don't serve much purpose,
except for in their beauty alone,
with constant reminders that linger in air,
of days an nights that have flown,

All gone so quickly to notice,
the value of passing minutes,
it's hard to see the forest ahead,
when you find you are within it,

Death for some a gift of life,
reborn to see it anew,
to finally know all the answers you had,
of times when you hadn't a clue,
why do song birds sing so sweet,
and why is the sky so blue?

Innocence is often lost,
to many back in youth,
except for the enlightened few,
who fear not in the truth,

When for you a peace would come,
to take away all the worry,
your feet will finally get a rest,
from living amid the hurry,

It seems I have a few years left,
or decades for all I know,
perhaps I must endure the pain,
for seeds I've left to sow,

I wish that I could see you again,
in all your earthly glory,
though I tell of you,
in the words that I cry,
of our poetic story,

Tears they hit a barren page,
they flood my very being,
releasing for me the poet within,
a gift for me in freeing,
opening up my eyes to the world,
in all that I am seeing,

I hope ahead for clearer skies,
an at night for a peaceful sleep,
I hope for no more fatal days,
of lost souls in the deep,

I am unafraid of death by now,
I've seen her up close before,
she didn't come wearing,
a cloak this time,
as she took you away from my door,

Death is there for everyone,
just as is our birth,
I hope one day that I will know,
what every second,
is worth.

Ma Cherie © 2017
Just reflecting on suicide of a very close person awhile ago and a few other things. Thank you for reading ❤
Its like an early funeral for the part of you which is real.
Its like a Casket floating down the river.
Its like a child dead and cold in their room.
Its a beautiful pasture with rotting flesh strung over the land scape.
Its an early wake. its and early death. An untimely deep sleep.
Your true self fades to the back all but leaving you behind and these entities of thought, these, demon like aspects of yourself take control because you are far to weak to do it.
Its like a crazy person who used to be so sane.

A ugly person who was once so beautiful.

A fat person who was once so fit.

A catatonic patient who was a Olympic athlete

It is like some one took your potential. Took your zeal, took your beating heart and said, now try.
This is an ode to strangers,
As past my gaze you ranges,
Do you all have happier lives?
Or is that advertising jive?
No human is perfect, I guess,
Of has a  perfect life, no less,
Anyone can make a mistake, confess!
Pappas don't preach, I suggest,
Men just don't understand, be blessed!
Feedback welcome.
Because
He made me feel
Every moment - completely,

Making me want to live
Forevermore
Inside each one - infinitely.

By Lady R.F ©2017
20 Years
She has a new poet in mind
One she likes better than me
Fills up her time with mostly love rhymes
Satisfies her poetic needs

Leaving me stuck in mid-verse
Stumbling over all of my words
It used to be me that she'd only read
At what time did my rhyme take a turn for the worse

She has a new poet in mind
One that now fills up her time
Makes her feel special and no telling what else
Enticing her with the smoothest of lines

Never did I stand a chance
Left here with pen and paper in hand
He writes about rainbows and lord telling who knows
Where now she's his number one fan

She has a new poet in mind
Leaving this one behind
Could I have been napping when all of this happened
As I never saw the metaphorical signs
 Jan 2017 Sincerely Em
Ola Radka
Don't let negativity touch you.
Don't fight battles
you weren't supposed to fight.

You will never please everyone.

Focus on pleasing
yourself.
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