Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
When I look at the stars
I see someone else
When I look at the stars
I want to see myself
In this hour of lead;
within walls that have
contained the seepage
of a families turbulence,
I swipe a light finger
over her former belongings,
leaving a trail in dust
to mark a temporary presence.
 Jul 2014 pluie d'été
Emily
Stupid
 Jul 2014 pluie d'été
Emily
I must be stupid
I keep on believing in liars
I never learn my lesson
I think anything could be a blessing
But that's not how the world works
People are not true
They're never looking out for you
Only themselves and what they want to do
It isn't fair that you give chance after chance
Only to be left without any romance
Now I want to die
But don't take pity on me
It's all my own fault
I deserve to learn my lesson the hard way
I just didn't think it'd be this hard
"People are not true."
Kurt Cobain

© Emily 2014
when i'm awake early in the morning
i think of nothing but you
but i know you don't think of me

when i can't sleep at 3 AM beacuse i miss you
and i know you're sleeping peacefully
i hate myself a little bit more

when i finally fall asleep
i dream of you but i know
you don't dream of me

and every living moment of my day
has become a nightmare not worth living
anymore

*(c.m.h)
the hand you touched
my dear
in the darkness
and thought
was not me.

the mirage had taken me out
and left you with a shell

© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 2 months ago
I dreamed three words within my mind
that longed to touch her heart
Each a third of the love
I had felt for her from the start
________
I'd hid these words I'd treasured so
praying they would only heed
But needing love they wanted out
to touch the soul they'd freed
_________
So now at last I let them fly
as all would freely do
That she might know the first be I
the others Love and You

Tate

Original version with picture of Lucy Hamilton Princess of Ireland to whom it was written
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/441949/
The answer to all who seek it. The eternal valentine !!
 Jun 2014 pluie d'été
wulfhug27
Pages and pages and pages of
hurt
splatter all over me.
Flitting like harmless leaves in the wild,
then,
splatting like buckets of wet.
Fingers and fingers
nails and a thumb
crinkle and crumble self's shoulders.
And little prepared
are the splinters that's won
from the sharp  transformation of water.
OH give it an end.
Give it an end.
give it an end so we can burn it.
Next page