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i held two hands and
one let go but one remained
and i clung to it

i think i still held
on even when you let go
i think i still am
2 haikus.
Shall I forget on this side of the grave?
I promise nothing: you must wait and see
      Patient and brave.
(O my soul, watch with him and he with me.)

Shall I forget in peace of Paradise?
I promise nothing: follow, friend, and see,
      Faithful and wise.
(O my soul, lead the way he walks with me.)
I cant even type what i want to say
because with whatever i type, you wont understand anyway
no one will get it
the words are silent on this page
such a pretty flower isn't expected to feel so much rage.
 Sep 2015 Julija Ilich
Moksha
Limbo
 Sep 2015 Julija Ilich
Moksha
my only wish was to see you,
to let you within the reach of my dreams
that realm between limbo and heaven
a nether world, where gravity is in reverse

As I grasp you hands once more
You leave me with dread
and I run flailing onto
the remains of a shadowy curse

I am left feeling
that it was too big of a wish
to ask of the universe.
 Sep 2015 Julija Ilich
Moksha
In this life I only saw emptiness

Such emptiness that swallowed



Me. Whole.


Even when I looked into a void

It resounded with the truth, behold!


Life cannot imitate the void,

For it is emptier as it unfolds.
She said you can hate me as much as it would hurt. She sobbed as she cried those words. For the love of my life to ever even consider that I could hate her, it broke my heart.
How could I ever possibly hate her, she created me.
When I think of you,
My pen cries tears,
And I'm hoping they will send to you
The words I wish I could say,
The words I should have said.
I guess I have kept these feelings for so long.
 Sep 2015 Julija Ilich
RuNe
It’s just me... thinking.

I used to sleep close to your heart
you held me tight,
kissed my head goodnight.

You said,

"This is how I would have us sleep
all of our nights."

I stayed because I loved the sound of your heart
beating while I slept.

I would wake up and you would look at me
and kiss me good morning.

One night your hold on me
loosened.

No more good night kisses.
No more good morning kisses.

You said,

"I'm just tired."

I took that as your word.

I stayed because I still loved the sound
of your heartbeats.

Then one night
you turned your back to me.

No more kisses.

This time not a word.

I hold on you still,
from behind,

because I miss the sound of your heartbeat.
This is my first ever written poem. I wrote this poem the time of my depression ... where I am falling to the abyss... and I am trying to survive...

This was publish last year from another site.
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