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sura Jan 2017
Your shoes,
I saw them lying neatly
Side by side upon the bridge.
Laces untied; socks in a crumpled bundle inside
As if you had just stepped out of them,
As if you had just left them on somebody else's doorstep.

Gingerly, I picked them up.
In the air I let my questions hang.
At what point in your life
Did these blood-red sneakers turn almost white?
Since when did its crisp signature logo
Turn into an unreadable smudge?

Worn out and faded,
Tattered and almost unrecognizable,
I barely knew the thing I was holding in my hands…

Perhaps you were too busy running
To even notice its deteriorating condition?
Never mind the cracks on the surface,
The thinning soles already caked in mud,
As long as they take you away from the darkness
Which seems to follow you everywhere.

For the last time, these shoes have served you.
Brought you in this unlikely place, on this very bridge.
Where you left them lying neatly side by side
As you took the way out, barefoot.

Hoping someone would step into them,
Feel for answers with their own toes.
And finally understand that
There were no haunting shadows in your pursuit

Because all this time

The darkness has always been inside you.
Britney Lyn Aug 2017
If you burn our bridge, I will not waste the time or energy to build another. Goodbyes are forever.
The fire that once guided our love has now consumed and destroyed us.
Gabriel burnS Aug 2017
Your tongue speaks
The language of my lips
Fluently
Jayantee Khare Jul 2017
Once

Someone said,
never burn a bridge,

But

I say few bridges are
beyond repair
are meant
to be burnt,
to be swallowed,
by liberating fire, and
to be watched turning to ashes..

For

there are always,
few other ways,
to cross the waterways,

Or

There is another river,
to be crossed over,
by a bridge,
which is under repair,

And

Reinforce that other bridge,
Address that ridge,
Work on that bridge,
which abridges
The more important path
of
eternal union
Few old dilapidated bonds serve no purpose.. reviewed by putting the pieces differently and changing the own perpective.
Sometimes such bonds may be ignored to address other important bonds.
Or simply to liberate...
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2017
Standing on a bridge
Two doors by me, both are grey
Though dull, they are true.

I walk to one door
Inside is me, uncaring
Caged by depression

Walk to the other
Inside is me, too caring
Shaking, so anxious

Back on the bridge now
Torn by my cage and trembles
My mind split, twin hells
Being depressed is one thing, but depressed AND anxious? The worst kind of hell to be in...
Arcassin B Jul 2017
By Arcassin B & C D K


CDK : Your Love Bridges the hole in my heart,
The one left vacuous by abandonment.
Connecting synapses long since forgot,
Filling spaces with passion , not sought.
AB : Healing cartilage of my inner thoughts,
Are the things that bind while working as one.
If you feel great depression in your soul,
I'll be there to be the armor of the absolute one.

I had dreams of creating another human with you,
in a silence that i can't hide anymore.

There was no doubt in my mind that my emotions
would eventually get the best of me,
just to see it walk out the door.

CDK : Your Love Bridges the hole in my heart,
The one left vacuous by abandonment.
Connecting synapses long since forgot,
Filling spaces with passion , not sought.
AB : Healing cartilage of my inner thoughts,
Are the things that bind while working as one.
If you feel great depression in your soul,

I'll be there to be the armor of the absolute one.
©abpoetry2017
https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/07/cant-be-silenced-surprise-ep-explicit.html
Ron Gavalik Jul 2017
On the city bridge sidewalk
one summer night,
I contemplated
the second half of my life
among the lights
reflected upon the river.

I came to the realization
that no one will remember me.
My readers will soon forget,
as will my family.
That's why I need you,
to remember why I smile
and how I think.

Perhaps a young man with ambition
will inquire about me one day.
If that happens, pour him a drink.
Tell him I loved the sentiment
only the written word can deliver,
but I never loved words as much
as I loved you.
Living one's truth.
Anonymess Jun 2017
my bridge is falling down
it is falling down
where have i gone
i am gone
the bridge is gone
i am down
the wall has gone up      
it is high up
the bridge is down                
where is the bridge
there is a wall
where is my soul
there is no bridge
it has fallen down
the wall is up
i have gone                      
the bridge is down                    
do you see the wall
where is my soul?
London Bridge is falling down
falling down, falling down
London, Bridge is falling down
My fair lady

Terrorists are on the march
Taking lives upon the arch
The British show they're full of starch
My fair lady

Do not hide or they have won
no my son, no my son
We'll beat them like we beat the ***
My fair lady

We are made of stronger stuff
we are tough, we are tough
Teresa May we've had enough
My fair lady

London Bridge is standing tall
It won't fall, It won't fall
Band together, show them all
My fair lady
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