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Wanderer Jan 2016
I wrote once that
love goes as easy as it comes
I don't remember the circumstance
in which I learnt that

I wish I would have remembered
because I know it now better than ever
and maybe had I remembered
I would have thought twice

I wouldn't have jumped off a bridge
into your arms

I would have sought out a staircase
and slowly made my way down to you
The problem with climbing down stairs is, you have to turn your back to them and trust that they will still be waiting when you get to the bottom
Alisha Isabell Jan 2016
I am lost.
Why did we leave that time?
How your eyes
Flickered like fire and met mine.
A glorious passion
Fused in with the stars above us.

I am lost.
Our wishes manumitted.
How did we loose the freedom?
Our fears forgotten for the simple quest
Of being ourselves.
Separate,
As one.

When did we get to this point?
Where we traded our love
For the better half of perception.
We
Were wrong.
Naturally we fixed ourselves to the static views.

Yet I still remember,
How you took my hand.
You whispered that the
Gods won't mind.

Those days,
Those pictures I see
Flashing electric,
Plug the gears of reality and leave me
Frozen in want for the time
When I never knew you
And I never knew myself.
K Balachandran Nov 2015
Fallen deeply in to a pit, devoid of words,
           marked by shrapnels of  silence,that repeatedly explode,
her soul in pain, yearned to caress him once again
            with fingers of repentance, rekindle the love frozen
but then, he wasn't moved by the tender feeling
              to seek or grant forgiveness  for old times sake,
wearing  a crusted armor, he had crossed the Rubicorn,
              that subtle level where such things of heart matters.
Hanjo Nov 2015
I hung our picture on the wall.
The pair of us, embossed.
Forever grinning from ear to ear like
The two that time forgot.

It rested there; outlined in paint
From my house; ceremonial and
Functionless. Colored squares
Purely for show-and-tell.

The frame was made of oak;
Strong and familiar.
Surrounding everything we knew
But all at once broke;

Leaving the glass in sharp angles
On the kitchen tile.
Watch the glossy paper scratch
And suddenly, the photo-finish isn't perfect.
Arvind Krish Nov 2015
What was all that
Talks, smiles and fun for?
If it was just for you
To walk away like a stranger

What potion do u take
To forget such sweet memories
Or
Were they never sweet for you?

When I waved my arm
And you passed by me, never noticing
It was my heart
Which was lost in the
Waves of rejection.
o Oct 2015
when do you push the fangs away
and when do you climb onto its tongue?
...is this grieving something healing,
or am I simply reeling myself in -
back into a place that no longer needs me
a bed that no longer fits me

if I could shrink enough to fit into your arms,
I would;
but what I'm wondering as I'm heaving,
still weaving your hair out of pillow cases,
is if I should.
I try to let myself feel what I need to feel, but sometimes I'm not sure if I really need it.
Mysterious Aries Oct 2015
It's hard for me that my muse be gone
Someone whom I dear, a special one
From your notes I have read, things that you wanted to do
Truly mister regrets imprison you

Girl you know, we both fear someone
And still kinda no bullet in our gun
I know how hard for you to keep
A pain that hurts, even when you sleep

Babe, I am also wounded when you felt pain
When you feel you can't stand, we feel the same
So if ever you want to be free, I'll let you go
But please will you please, don't wish me to forget everything

But if ever you want to know, what's inside my thoughts
I'll be quite straight "I want us to go on, my dear"
But simply decisions are up to you
To show you how much I care
To let you know how much I love you

My girl I'm quite strange
I won't ask you, I know we felt the same
We both fear the tracks of time
The days left us one by one

So I've asked myself, why I still love to stay
I've asked the sun, why he loves to remain that way
But the answer girl is quite simply
There's something only love can do
There's something only love can do....


written: April 9, 2001

Mysterious Aries
Piece that I've given to someone special then....
To a girl name DAPHNE JOY...
o Oct 2015
time travel is not just theoretical anymore -
I do it all the time when
I think of soft red sweatshirts
boyish high pitched laughter
the smell of day-old Old Spice
quiet lips;
tired morning breath
your hands
coming and going
hi all. I want to start posting here so why not start. I'm not sure what this community is like but I'm hoping to get involved. Here is a short poem I wrote recently about how sometimes it feels like I can fall back into January like it was yesterday.
On a mid-day outdoor, I played a game with my girlfriend
The game is simple. first, I pinned a paper on a tree
If she could get the paper then game will end
But first, she's wrapped around my fingers, she has to set herself free

I said "Come on, take the prize" while she's constricted
She struggles and trying her best to free herself and she did.
She takes the paper and she read it, she looked worried afterwards
She asked me why, I said "I was holding you, but you chose to be free just to take the reward"

She ripped the paper apart and came back to me
She took my hand and wraps herself for me and and cry
And said "Put my heart on your cage and break the key"
The paper says "Goodbye"
I'm sorry little dragon, but you know I can't stay,
I never was any good, to you, anyway.
I love someone else, and it just isn't fair,
you need someone, who about you can care,
but I need a girl who just wants some fun.
I don't mean to hurt you, you're just not the one
I'll remember your lips, and your ******* form too,
but when you were like that, I wasn't thinking of you.
I am really sorry. I can still be your friend,
and maybe, just maybe, this won't be the end.
Maybe one day, when her image is gone,
we'll be together, once I have moved on,
till then though, don't hate me, for sleeping around,
commitment brings back memories, of what she threw on the ground.
Today was amazing, but I can't handle using someone I care about this much. If I softly whisper this to her, it'll lessen the blow right?
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