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Sarah Johnson Apr 2015
It is not enough to simply remember.
Each night I can travel back--
back to the smell of the sea
and the feel of the sand.
Back to home,
back to my mother.
More often, though,
I find myself back in
your bed, much like any
other night
Arcassin B Apr 2015
By Arcassin Burnham

All of your,
Fears,
Lies,
Betrayals,
Guilts,
Pleasures,
Likings,
Trips,
­School years,
Schedules,
Downfalls,
Fights,
Relationships,
All poured into a glass of a life once lived ,
And now.........
Maybe there were some things you wish you could give,
But too late for anyone to receive,
Before that day,
Your memories we will forever speak.
Life is tough and short.
Shayla Apr 2015
October 19th
That's when I started to hate everything:
  My Boyfriend. School. My Family. Myself. My Life.
Things I really cared about before.
But that was before.
Before my schitzo boyfriend became a liar. A cheater.
Before he went from the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with  to the man I never wanted to see again.
Before I got to school one day, looked around, and got sick to my stomach.
I realized that the bright, white lights,
   cold, white walls
Reminded me of my second home:    The Hospital.
The other students resembled the slow "Beep, beep, beep" of the machines I am so familiar with.
The pain I go through everyday...
When I lost hope...
Stopped caring...
Oh, but BEFORE?!
I cared...
Before my mom announced that she was pregnant with my 5th brother, and 6th sibling,
I was excited!
...
Until I realized that I'd have another child to raise.
Well, ******, atleast I'd have help this time.
From the stepdad who doesn't seem to want to stay.
And the brother who refuses to take his medication.
Hard to believe, but BEFORE,...
I cared.
But that was before.
Before everything.
NOW?
I'm done caring.
Because now is now.
Before was just...
                                         Before.
This reflects a period in my life filled with depression, tears, and a lot of pain. I actually wrote it on December 11th of 2014, but it still lives in my heart.
Rockie Apr 2015
Bet
What do you wanna bet
That I can climb that tree
Before you catch that bee?

What do you wanna bet
That you can be cooler
If you'd listen to me?

What do you wanna bet
That everything is perfect
Within our mini mile radius?

What do you wanna bet
That a laugh is better
Than gloom?
Splashes of ink
Scatter amidst the land
Harrowing it may seem,
All in a tremendous disarray.

Thou cannot strain
As substantial as the others,
But thy will strive
For thine destiny.

Thy purity had been lost
Innocence, stolen
Engrossed in war,
Several, forgotten

Innumerable lives had been adrift
In an inexorable execution.
How could this be?
Humanity has not yet been conceived.

Could not they concede,
Their ways were transgress
Thou say to thee,
You are solely mere grime.

Hope is still existing
Freedom will be the next
For thine liberty,
Captivity won't ever transpire.

I thank thee for the fortitude
All who ventured in lethal combat
As thou reminisce the occurrences
In what ye entitle now as "history."
A trial poem. I know there are some errors, but at least I tried.

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
Land Raccoon Feb 2015
I barely remember,
When we get together?
How it start?
Did you just get inside?

Maybe I was expecting your arrive
I don’t know, I might be losing my mind
Whatever it was, it’s a fact that you came
And without a word you stay

We didn’t had a night
But thousands of mornings instead
Then I name you my spring
Like the one that Botticelli paint

You became my muse
You were my truth
And even when you left
You remain in my heart

What should I do now that you’re gone?
I’m growing old
And suddenly there’s no more words to describe
All the goodness you are

What should I said?
I never told you “stay”
Until now that you’re not the same
It's a shame, I guess

And who I am?
If not a fool with a worthless claim?
‘Cause even if I need you every day
There’s nothing for what to cry

When you walked away
You didn’t know
All the nonsenses I can’t shut up anymore
Words that would have meant before.
Will Rogers III Feb 2015
...
That feeling just before
The nervousness that swells
Inside you just before
The butterflies that tell
You of feelings just before
You call the beautiful girl
Who laughed just before
You walked into the door
Which was closed just before
You walked up to see her
And you smiled just before
Your eyes met in joy and peace

Just before

Just right there before, listen.
[composed on January 19, 2014]
Peter Simon Feb 2015
And there were those nights,
when we can go anywhere we want,
without worrying about the time.

Those nights when I swore,
I don't wanna end.

Those nights I promised,
I would love to be repeated,
all over again.

Those nights I can only go back to,
when I close my eyes and,
asleep or awake,
dream about.

Those nights...
Read one side then the other


    Why it's it.                      Why is it
That only after.               That only after
We leave someone.     Someone leaves
We realize all the       Us. We realize all
Little quirks and.        The beauty about
Annoying habits     Them. The clouded
Are something we can't    Glass clears,
    Stand. The clouded     we see who
      Glass clears.       They are. Looking
         And we see them.   Past problems
               Wondering     Wondering
                   What we.   What we.
                          Saw    Saw
                             Before.
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