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Hamies 1d
drinking my sorrows
crying my pain
smoking my anger
can't stand the blame
inescapable ice
freezing off my lungs
so i stop feeling
and start being numb
Raven 2d
I cry into the night
save me
save me

I feel so much fright
hide me
hide me

I am always too cold
I've got no one to hold
I want to cry into the night
I want to hide all my fright

I crash my knees into the ground
please
oh please

My sobbing the only sound
I beg you
I beg

I am always too cold
I've got no one to hold
I want to cry into the night
I want to hide all my fright

I imagine my death
maybe
maybe

I try to hold my breath
not enough
not enough

I am always too cold
I've got no one to hold
I want to cry into the night
I want to hide all my fright

Get me to safety
I'm no one for bravery
I've got too much to carry
I am timid and weary
you were like ice cream in the sun
melting too fast and never lasting

i wasn't just smiling because i was admiring your pretty face
i was smiling because of the memories we made

now those memories are the only thing i have left of you
Poem from my book
Color 4d
nobody around
to tell me it's all right, to
lie to me like that.
Color 7d
nobody can know

the pain
the pain

of every day
and every night

as shown through

the tears on my pillow
the scars on my legs

the scars on my mind

nobody can know

the pain
the pain
My emotions are like water
Pouring out of a faucet
They sometimes are
Too hot
Too cold
Too much
Too little
And sometimes, they stop altogether
I'm surprisingly still alive! This is a quick one I thought up. I've been songwriting a lot recently.
Maria Mitea May 18
Today,
I plainly could see your infinite demure.

Today,
I understood your yearnings for bluejays and loons.

Today,
You cuddled me with all your splendor and virtue.

Today,
You loved me as your own child.

Today, Canada
I am crying with tears of joy.
We are all dreamers and long for exploration and challenge, and yet it can take some time until we find grounding in our new home.
Poetic T May 17
When the hands motion words silent,
                               but full of forlorn grief.

They cry for love that was muted,
    but looks are glazed
   as there last breath whimpered silently.

And the words dead to ears,
                        "I love you,

As they walk out the door,
                                  crying at there loss.
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