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degzvdg Apr 2015
There was a mysterious smile on my face today.
I knew that there was a certain death today.
Today, may be the last time my lips will curl.

There was a monogomous hymn in my head.
It was the soft humming of your lovely voice.

Slowly, I fell asleep.
I knew it will be the death of me.

It was a wildfire I left burning in your heart.
But I knew it will be the death of me.

So I died.
I died, the tremendous death.

As I lay dying,
I saw the sight of your face.

Contemplating.
Smiling.
Confused.
Disgusted.
Happy.
As a river of tears washes my face.

I knew it was the death of me.
So I died.
I died the tragic death.
But you didn't.

Live.
degzvdg Apr 2015
Here’s to the cries of your agony,
The stabbed words into your heart.

To the pain of your kiss.
For the sweet surrender of your mouth.

A drink for your intense hatred.
To anguish your divine love.

To the delight of torment,
For the never ending river of tears.

Three cheers for your lonely eyes,
To the taste of your sorrow cries.

A drink for euphoria,
You are lost in the wilderness of confusion.

But for you I write the unbearable sadness.
Your frozen heart, your fiery frozen heart..

The heart that touches, the hands that bind.
Your need for wants, but the wants that you bleed.

The lines of love, the despair of silence.
To the dance of death, a scotch for your waltz
degzvdg Apr 2015
My love,
Won't you explain to me the unbearable madness of sadness?
Tell me of the things that we speak and we do.
Give me the comfort of lightness in my heart.

Won't you guide my hand into your chest?
Let me feel the beat of your love.
Then, sing me the melody of your silence.

Those eyes with deep dark blue ocean,
washes over me and I gladly drown.

Won't you let me paint your canvas with my love?
I promise it to be heavenly tragic.
In this way, we will kiss our love in the fading moonlight.

But we are a catastrophe of romance.
You, will turn into a beautiful swan.
I, will turn into the abyss.
Mindy Belgard Mar 2015
My existence is sad I live a life in which my fantasy is more pain stricken than reality...  
The thought that you could ever love me...
You don't know what you do to
me...  
Your breath chills my porous mind...  
Time stands still and I swing from the rope that's tied to your smile
This love is the worst kind
Bitter sweet
Swollen with pride  
My body moves relentlessly fast while my thought are stuck in the ******* of my past  
i hate you      
No I don't hate you but I  pray to God I gain the will to  
I hate your eyes and the way they
consume me
I hate your soul and the way that it fuels me    
I hate everything about you but somehow your still all I need
Because I don't want to love you...
Sarah K Mar 2015
I wanted to be like your cigarettes
I wanted to be what calmed you down
I wanted to be what you couldn’t wait to press your lips against
I wanted to be the little thing you looked forward to during the day
I wanted to be the one thing you could not live without
And I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to become addictive
I just wanted you to need me the way you needed to light up every night

                              But then one day you quit smoking..
Underneath the Never Sky
Where demons reign and nightmares fly
Underneath the Never Sky
Where roses bleed and angels cry

Where once was held a lonely dream
A dying dream of you and I
A dream of love and life and death
Underneath the Never Sky

Underneath the Never Sky
Where hopes fall dead and heartbeats lie
Underneath the Never Sky
Where thoughts are dim and fate is high

Where once upon a bitter star
A wish was made a lullaby
To broken pieces of a love
Underneath the Never Sky
Samantha Feb 2015
I don't know
what it is.
I always seem to
be reeled back
to you.
Same old
feelings.
Same old
words.
Same old
hopes
that have been
broken.
old poem.
ARI Feb 2015
Blood washed away
Skin all healed
My puckered flesh
Like twisted kisses

These scars
Across my body
Like braille
For the broken hearted

Fingertips
Grazing my legs
As if reading the cause
For my pain

There's no need to speak
For words
Are not needed
To tell my story

-ARI
Alexis Danielle Feb 2015
You're not suppose to be sorry for loving someone
But you're sorry for loving her instead of me
And I'm sorry I ever loved you.
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