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Eunice Moral Jan 2016
is there some
sense of truth in what
F. Scott Fitzgerald once said?
that the best thing
a girl can be
in this world
is a fool -
a beautiful little fool

yes and maybe that was
all she ever was to you -
your own beautiful little fool

someone you flippantly
toss around
someone you neglect like
an old unwanted doll
for with much pride
you believe that
at the end of the day
she'll come running
back to you
Leaving behind all the memories for the moonlight,
there is no more time for a dance under the stars.
It's hard enough to see, even when you're near me.
So I won't move, what else can I lose?

Just standing in the night, waiting for the daylight
when you will shine, and show me where your eyes are.
But do not look for me, for I have been sent to leave
and without you, it seems
that nothing else can be.

The way that you miss me cries into the skies
over the tide and out to sea
where no one sees
where you've left me.
Prose lyrics for jazz trio & voice.
Nay Dec 2015
When you built a house, the most important place that you built first was the living room, which symbolize your mental, you can face new people around or doing anything with a good mental, then you could add more rooms from the second important to the less important one like side terrace after that.

Then you would really need some light bulb that can light up those rooms inside your house. These light bulb are those important people in your life, and yes.. There will be a selected light bulb that can light up your living room, which also strengthen your mental.

And as a time goes by, technology and your social surrounding has changed, bringing you something new, some can stay, but some should be changed too.

But it looks like you've move a light bulb that once you used to light up your living room to light up your side terrace eh?

Yes, it was build there to complete the house but never really needed, and maybe you didnt even realize that the light began to dim
Jellyfish Dec 2015
Don't lie to me..*
Even if it means
abandoning me...
Sarah Burt Nov 2015
don't do that to them. don't just disappear, leaving them to think about you in the mornings when they wake up and at night before they go to bed and in the quiet moments when their group of friends stop talking or on the long car rides when all they're left to do is stare out the windows or when they see a happy couple in public and wonder "why wasn't i given that?". they'll wonder what happened. wonder if they should still hurt from being left hanging from the frail branch of false hope. wonder if they're still supposed to care. you'll leave them glancing at their phone screen when it lights up hoping the words say your name and imagining what they could say if it did, but deep down knowing they won't. they'll lose the ability to focus on anything but deciphering what went wrong and what they could have done wrong. what they didn't give you that you wanted or needed. what words they could have said to make you stay. they'll notice you in everything their eyesight comes across. they'll see your eyes in the glinting stars and your smile in the crescent moon and hear your laughter in the saddest of songs. don't leave them to act like they don't feel the hollowness and lump in their throat when people ask them about it. don't leave them to hold back tears when they remember moments. just don't do it. they're better than that, they don't deserve that, and you know it.
Neal Emanuelson Oct 2015
Here now
the pain of love’s bitter reality… surrounds me
But how
can they be better if love always leaves…
every time? (Lost in a fevered dream)
Every time.

But if we lie now, will we make it?
If it hurts, surely I can take it…
Is this really what we both need?

Is someone better who you’re dying to see
or is someone better who you’re trying to be?

Love, now
You’ve poisoned everything in my reprieve…
with insecurities
And now
You’ve returned with doubts, undoubtedly…
You’d love me (was it an opportunity?)
To hate me.

Is there someone better that you’re dying to meet
or are you waiting for someone better than me?
Will I be a better someone for setting you free
or am I someone better that I can’t see?

Someone better… (for the love that you need)
Someone better… (for the love that I seek)

Time and time again, you push me to the brink
To abandon ship and swim before we sink
But these thoughts don’t fade away when I sleep

Isn’t someone better who you’re supposed to be?

Because you were the one fall in love with me

The future is no surprise if you can predictably
say ‘someone better’ is someone I’m gonna meet?
Cause I’m sure as hell that someone better isn’t someone I need
If someone better is who you’re supposed to be.

Is someone better God has yet to create?
Because someone better always seems to escape
“Someone better” - an excuse to abandon and break
When you won’t accept your love’s been a mistake.

© 2015 Neal Emanuelson
Pep Oct 2015
Sometimes the way I see contentment isn’t a vast plain of rolling hills
with no peaks and sweet abandon all there at once.

Sometimes for me it comes in pieces that are sharp around the edges.
I have to hold them a certain way
and then I get to feel the smoothness of the moment
as my thoughtful nerves relax a little.

Sometimes if I have enough of them to fit together
there’s enough room for something to grow.
Like hope, or a fantasy, a mild happiness.
I section each thing off so that it neither reproduces nor withers
returning to them when everything gets cold.

Sometimes I go back to those pieces
and the detached state leaves me confused as to
why it meant so much when I found it. I stumble over them,
they break, I don’t think of them for a while.

Sometimes the new pieces I find would go great with the old
if only I had the right parts of each to make another bed
to grow some emotion out of.

And sometimes, I don’t bother with any of it.
Eventually it hits me, that each piece is fine for a moment
Although, I have not the skill
to make my own vast plain out of broken shards nor the expertise
to know just how sharp/fragile each one is before I grab it.
So they come and go.

But no matter where they are around me
they are impossible to dismiss entirely.
mk Oct 2015
you claim to love me
more than the seas have depth
and the mountains height
passion burning
brighter than forest fires
causing thunderstorms
inside you

you claim to love me like no other
& yet;
that
"love",
that
"passion"
that
"amour",
"affection",
"adoration"

was still not enough
to make you stay.

i was not enough
to make you stay


i was not enough
i was not enough
i was not enough

                               *i am not enough..
been running all of my life and i need you to stay, i need you to stay...
[there are angels in the airwaves tonight]
Jellyfish Oct 2015
Why do I fall out of love
after I've fallen in-
only to be heart broken
over and over again..?
Is this the end
because I don't want it to be
please tell me that I'm dreaming
..this is all just a  blurry  mess
and I won't be left behind again
if I'm left once more to wallow
I'm not sure if I'll be able to handle it.
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