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VAZT Dec 2020
As a little boy takes a walk, he bumps into a little girl and in that very moment when he looked into her star gazing eyes and realised it was always meant to be.

This little boy saw through her very broken soul but somehow still fell in love with every single of her broken pieces.

Was it true love?
Or
Was it fate?
Or
Was it destiny?

Eventually, as time does it's magic they evolve into young adults. Just to fall a part... But always finding their way back to each other. Until the inevitable day arrives.

Will they always love each other in their hearts? Will they still miss each other?

To be continued...
Love turn blind
Michael Luciano Nov 2020
I sat alone late one night in the green grass High looking at my battered hands thinking about the washing tides.
How could it be

How could it be that this scene, was set adrift up in my dreams. As I search for the end,  nowhere to be seen.
I fall apart.

I fell apart right from the start, I took too long to come along. eyes couldn't see her in my dreams. I fall apart.
Is it me?

Is it me that I seen, I thought I saw her in my mind, standing in the doorway caught between the passing time.
Let me be.

Let me be so insane, hold me to the sky and let me rain. I've run the course I am free let me be.
Eat the key.

Eat the key, come be free  . Say goodbye to reality. Just make the trip, not too quick to see the trees.
Hold me down

Hold me down, I'm coming round, you make me smile when you're not around. You are my queen, I've got the crown. so hold me down.
Amanda Kay Burke Nov 2020
There is agony in the way of my love
Affection is still there
But since you left me broken
I am afraid to share

The pain beneath my blank expression
Is kept hidden by composure
But every second spent talking to you
Herds me closer to exposure

I place my doubts into your hands
Willing to take them or not
That's the extra baggage that comes with
When you ask for a second shot

As I face my biggest fears
I'm forced to stand alone
Strength was never my strong suit
But I'm doing just fine on my own

Deep down I miss the ecstasy
Evoked late nights in bed
Hands ripping the bedsheets
Legs wrapped around your head

Heavenly desire
Tasting like honey sweet
I pick and choose old memories
Then play them on repeat

Echoes of dreams begin to fade
Ambition vanished long ago
Any sign of forward movement
Is a halfhearted show

Every object pupils view
Now appears lifeless and drab
Every time I think my wounds are healing
Another reminder rips off the scab

Every score is settled now
I think you would agree
After the madness we've been through
How can I believe we are still meant to be?

The chains have held me here so long
I've become used to this place
Assumed it's where my heart belonged
But perhaps that's not the case

I whisper "Please don't let me go"
Frightened it's already done
I blinked my eyes and you disappeared
Without a word decided to run

Remember me when you lie awake
Kept up by regret for before
By the time you realize what you have
It won't be there anymore
The day you wake up and realize you want her is the day she leaves for good
g Nov 2020
6 months ago,
when i thought about you
i still felt sad
through and through.

and now,
i just hope you're happy with her
to be the man she wants
and to love without fear.
thank you for showing me the kind of man i shouldn't settle for.
Akmal C Nov 2020
Of a round-shaped chocolate cake,
Of unlit candles of which the numbers has increased by one since the last time
Of empty chairs
Of balloons hanging on the wall
Of colorful hats neatly arranged on the table cloth
Of empty porcelain saucers

Like many years before
The boy sits there in silence
On an old wooden chair adjacent to the round table
No surprise nor gift
Nor people nor appetite

Like many years before
He acts like the cool Han Solo
Minus his 200 years old Chewbacca
‘Cause he only has his little antic toy car

No matter how luxurious it may seem
The cake, candles, confetti, balloons and all
The missing essence of people
And happiness and serenity
Could not make it up for him

He is a birthday boy who is not cherished or cheered on
He is a birthday boy with no joy
Like many years before
He finger crosses for the next year to be better
Keebo Nov 2020
I am the lonely boy who loves a lonely girl
When I’m blue, she’s the one I run to
You’d think we go together like two + two
But in fact, we make five and here’s why
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We’re both equally traumatised
With a battlefield going strong in our minds
It tires her out all the time
Whereas I use drugs as a coping vice
We’re both fairly afraid to get close
Because past lovers still have a hold
Not in the sense we keep a torch lit
Just scarred and bruised from the flames within
We’re both so anxious about timing
She thinks she’s too much, I think I’m not enough
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These are the cards we’re dealt with
But having her by my side is a blessing
Originally this was called “Lonely Girl” part two to my second poem “Lonely Boy” but renamed it after the Jack Nicholson film
Keebo Nov 2020
***
Is it a battlefield for love?
Or a wicked game of lust?
Is it a good time and fulfilling?
Or is it a meaningless rush?

Do you have *** because of connection?
Or do you **** just for the attention?
Do you have *** to feel like a new person?
Or did somebody **** your innocences?

Do you see *** as a gift?
Or a symbol of nothingness?
Do you see *** as important?
Or escapism from human conversation?

How do I see ***?
It’s better than hanging from the ceiling
How do you see ***?
I’ll be waiting
Jeanmarie Nov 2020
Boy so young,
Had his life in his hands
With the plans of playing soccer in college
Just one accident took that all away
His friends stayed by his bedside
Getting ready to say their final goodbyes.

They stay,
So he won’t be lonely
They sit and start desperately praying
That he will pull through
And this life won’t end so shortly.

They’re men.
“Tough guys.”
So they refuse to show their tears
Behind their shocked.
Broken. Hearts.
Their minds are left
Racing with thoughts,

Boy so young,
Had his whole life in his hands
With plans for his future,
Just one accident took that all away.
Life is truly only a temporary state.

All we can do now is pray.
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