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 Dec 2014 Skye Mura
David Bojay
I swear she onced laughed
I swear she was never last
Love inside of a flask that I couldn't open
We didn't mean it
I hope God means us
I hope a higher power even exist
Where do I go when things don't really last forever?
Making myself by self destruction
Letting go, letting go
I'll feel peace when I get rid of the memories
I'll feel peace when I know it's okay for things to not have meaning
I don't feel the way I write sometimes
Music changes feelings
Feelings change the vibe
The vibe sets the tone
The tone sets the love
The love makes you see your own written future
What is destiny?
I couldn't stand being associated with what I was with a few months ago
I hope your vision is changing
For the better
Talking to the wind like writing these unsent love letters
 Nov 2014 Skye Mura
kRose
Love poem
 Nov 2014 Skye Mura
kRose
I want to write
love poems
down your spine
and
read the goosebumps they
create like braille.
My name once whispered
from your lips,
has been silenced by apathy.
The intimacy that we shared,
crashed into tragedy.

Your touch that always
calmed my nerves,
rages like a stormy sea.
Kisses taste of hesitation,
instead of desire for me.

I feel the bond that
tied our souls,
burning all around.
And the  dreams that we shared,
defeated on the ground.
 Nov 2014 Skye Mura
vxcancy
you painted a beautiful sunset,
full of color and life,
and said it represented me.

you said i was art.

three months later,
you poured black over the canvas



(cjw)
 Nov 2014 Skye Mura
Court
I don't remember what the last thing you said to me was.
I don't remember what shirt you were wearing.
I don't remember if it was one of those days where your eyes looked green or grey.
I don't remember if you had gel in your hair that day.
I don't remember. But if I knew it was the last time I'd see you, I wouldn't have taken that day for granted.
 Nov 2014 Skye Mura
Alex Granados
Remember when it meant the world to you?

When
          We were one in a million
          And out of 7 billion, you chose me

When
          Everyone tried to tear us down,
          But we’d pack up our things and leave town

When
          We would stay up late at night
          To keep each other warm and wrap each other tight

When
          We would whisper secrets in our ears
          Just tell each other things we already knew

When
          You’d tell me you loved me
          And I would tell you that I loved you too

You may have forgotten, but I still remember—
I still remember when I thought love was true.
A&G
 Nov 2014 Skye Mura
Alex McDaniel
She fell in love with November,
for the way the sun shined down on
decaying leafs
and chilling temperatures danced upon the tips of her fingers,
providing her with a perfect balance between life and death.

She presented herself to the world in this manner,
always happy and bright, but never content,
as days carried on cracks in her skin led to trails of pieces on the ground.
Her eyes often flickered between a beautiful orange and a sickly brown.
Her heart, as much as it wanted to be warm was deafly cold.

She was a mystery.

And as December rolled in and the world froze over in darkness,
so did she.
The only light in her life was the moon.
how badly I wish she could've loved a month like June.
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