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 Nov 2013 sinderella
C
Old Poems
 Nov 2013 sinderella
C
Reading through my oldest poetry
That have only been seen by my eyes
Has got to be the worst thing I can do.

Old memories and thoughts renew themselves
In fresh tears and breath capturing sobs

Where was I when I wrote those?
What kind of hell was that girl suffering?
And why was there no help then?
 Nov 2013 sinderella
C
Relaxation
 Nov 2013 sinderella
C
The water drips from the faucet
As the worries fade from my mind

I rest my head on the back of the tub.
My heart sooths down to a murmur,
Not heard above the humming of the radiator.

This is wonderful,
Pure bliss without a worry on my mind.

The water stings against my body
As the heat turns my skin scarlet,
But it doesn't concern me.

I sink further under water.
This is relaxatio-

"Hurry up in there!
I need to take a shower.
And don't use all the hot water."

Well, ****.
 Nov 2013 sinderella
M
The last thing I can do is forget you, because I have kept everything you've ever said to me. I was able to pull myself away from your pictures tonight, all I had to do was cloud my eyes with saline and you were washed away and reborn again. It's been an entire 10 minutes, and I'd like to say that I haven't seen you, but I can't seem to keep my eyes open because maybe this screen is too bright, or maybe your face behind all of my thoughts is the closest to the place we called home that I can get anymore. And the last thing I want to do is forget you, because it's a full nightmare living in any memory that you didn't exist inside of. I can barely bring myself to look to my left when I wake, and you told me that I'm crazy, but my skin just isn't the same without yours against it. And every time I feel myself tear, I take another step towards the place where the salt meets the water, at least this way I know I'll be hurting myself. You see, all I want to do is forget you, because in the beginning you placed a diamond on my back, and right now all I can do is place your diamond on my smallest finger, picturing it on you. I know what I said, but the last thing you should ever believe is that this won't stay with me forever and that I'd ever tell you the way I'd ask you to marry me. I know you wanted to see it, but everything I've ever felt for you is inside of this tiny box with its tiny cushion, holding the reflection of rooms full of light, and I couldn't have you look at it like you looked at me.. It's been two whole days since I had to beg to feel those arms that fit around me so well, and mine slid into your bone structure like they were made for you, because they were made for you. There's a reason my finger tips could cure your discomfort, and there's a reason that you didn't want me to stop. You know why you're body shakes to my breathe on your back.. And it's been two whole days since you couldn't bare to not kiss me, and I can still feel the smooth of every breath you took before your lips touched mine. The thing is anyone can make you feel the way you want, but only I know how to do it perfect because I know every little piece of you and I am infatuated by it all. I planned a dinner for two somewhere we could experience the entire world in one place, somewhere we could try new things together. I bought you a beautiful dress, then another because I knew you'd be worried about how you looked in it, and I knew you'd look irresistible in both, and I wanted to capture that night for the rest of our lives. I wanted to visit the city that held the first time you should have heard the words I love you, because I most certainly did. It's been two days since time started to matter with us, and my voice brought you nothing but hatred. So much, that you wanted to hurt me. So much, that you told me.. you hate me with everything inside of your heart, and your heart is the biggest, and all of that hate is for me. What's sad is that I've been shaking for the past two hours because you're not here to make it stop. I only know three things: I love you and I would never let you down again, I think it'd be okay to die tonight, and I think I have to go now..
Either way you hurt someone, and if it's me that's okay because I'm the only guy in this world that would sit here and hurt for you. I have endless ways to make you smile. I may have been a day late, but you made me perfect, and I wanted the way I made you smile to reflect the same perfection. There's no amount of time I could be handed that I wouldn't spend finding ways to make you fall in love again. Even when I was away, I was thinking of you and spending almost every moment preparing for the day I'll never get to see. Don't let me go. There are so many things here just waiting to make you feel as beautiful as you are.. Including me baby.
 Nov 2013 sinderella
Sadie K
What kind of monster am I?

Now that she loves him more,
And quarrels (slightly) less,
Why do I still feel this
Inner hatred and
The longing for him to stay





Far far away?

Is it because of the disgust?
That memory
Of him

There

In front of his
Huge computer screen and
A fallen off towel and
The early morning beer and
Those stupid stupid stupid

Videos.

But even so,
The hate can't last
That long, can it?

What is up?
I don't know.
What's wrong?
I don't know.
What did He do?
I don't know.

I don't know
I don't know
I don't know

I don't know...

I'm a monster
To wish them to be
Apart
Just so I don't need to face him.

I'm a monster
To wish her to
Crash the car and die
Just so he'd feel true suffering.

I'm a monster.
I'm evil.
I'm very very

Bad.
So don't tell me I'm good, cos I know I'm not...  ><
The rain is falling glass
Shattering from the angels' eyes
They hit the ground in shards they splash
And if you look close enough you'll find a reflection of lies

The unwashable wounds of problems past
Awaken the demons that gush your logic out of mind
Half-remembering telling yourself that last time was the last
But everyone dances with the devil when they've been left behind

Something sharp, subtle pain, screams at the edge of the glass shards
And the angels cry their silent pleas that your deafened ears refuse to hear
A blinding reflection of white light (maybe white lies) stun your mind's composure guards
While the devil comes out to play in the glass rain, turning spatters into basalt ashes of burnt-out fears.
Forthright in my chosen stance
Deliberate in the steps I dance,
I seek to make my time fulfil
Attainment, while I wish no ill,
To others who would tread my path,
(though this may cause some friends to laugh),
“Uniquely” is the phrase I use
To walk the walk of life I choose.
So different from the milling herd
To make some other choice….absurd!
Forthright is my chosen stance
Therein, I dance the dance…. I dance.

Marshalg
“Foxglove” Taranaki NZ.
16 November 2013
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