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Nikita Jun 2015
I miss you so much
You dont have a clue
Yet, when you talk about her
Im never jealous
Im never sad
Only do I ever wish you the best
And It makes me wonder
Does that mean I really miss you?
Maybe just as a friend
But then again
If you were to chase after me
You would'nt have to run very far
Because for you
Id stop running
Even if I was running from something that terrified me the most.
What am I even doing with my life
Ami Shae Jun 2015
There is something magical
yet frightening
about awakening
to a new day--
on the one hand
I'm alive
and ready to
go in search of a way
to make it through
to live
to survive
until tomorrow
finally comes
but on the other hand
I ache at times
to just hear
the beating, the rhythm
of the death toll drums--

why am I here?
keeps droning on and on
through my soul
and everywhere I look
I search others' eyes
hoping that if they know
they will fill me in,
give me a clue
so that perhaps one day
something will come through
instead of dread and fear
whenever I look off in the distance
or even gaze at what's near--
perhaps today life will give to me
a brand new way
to open my eyes and really see?
by Ami Shae
will i ever figure this "living thing" out? here's hoping...
Cecil Miller Apr 2015
Read the poem;
Read the poet.
a brief poem
Cerberus Mar 2015
Page and thought you avoid me still.
Broken in soul we found no exit in bitter tears and a iron will.
Not everything is crystal my dear.
Do you remember the passion that was when you are no longer
here?

As we break to thrive .
Monsters of the storm so empty  to remain alive.
Why question are words when thoughts were all we had .
the asylum vacant still breathes of the lost and mad.


Can you taste the rains embrace to speak it true maybe just for me?
Thoughts lay heavy upon my thoughts.
No matter my years the image I so clearly see.


Wine that flowed now only is a bottles afterthought.
Watch your step kids we seemed to have forgotten every lesson ever we were taught.

And you as to me as we dance in regret and are washed clean.
Hide the scar my dear we ****** a lifetime so perfectly wasted and obscene.


I hold no remorse this delusion allows only for one to stay
Kagami Jul 2014
And suddenly I was weightless,
Barely a cloud
Near the ground, obstructing the
Paths that my eyes wander down.
Simply a stream of consciousness,
Fear,
Anguish,
Demonstrated by demons
And the flames flavoured
Like chocolate and ghost peppers.
Burning blisters on the insides of
My teeth, spreading through my bones
As a parasite would slither
Down my throat.
And I wanted to be purified.
I have no clue, but I haven't written in a while, so.
Nameless May 2014
I was a dare devil,
I always raised the level,
I got bruises and scars,
But that didn't stop me from going bizarre

I would jump and skate,
But it wasn't my fate,
I have to find something else to do,
Before I don't have clue
© Sasha Morales
Daylight 4U2C Apr 2014
This is not the person you once knew,
my face is dried and thin.
I haven't got the faintest clue,
how the picture remains,
nor who,
why,
or when.
I only recall some old 'honey' song
And how every line would begin,
"I love, love, love you."
As if to not speak of love was a sin.
I no longer know what to say or do,
struggling to remorse here once again.
It hasn't been very long,
but I feel I have forgotten the feel of your skin.

— The End —