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Edgar E Tobias Aug 2015
It was only a few hours ago when I convinced you
All so convincingly that she was all I needed
I even started to believe it myself
But it was only a fleeting moment of grace
A thought of a lover's embrace
It makes more sense when you have a reason to think
About it less
But coughing up change when she looks away
Pretending you had it all covered
The entire length's stay
"So much it hurts..."
There is beauty in pain
Be the shooting star's wish - the one to come true
Be everything and more
Let me be the one to walk eternity with you
mk Aug 2015
time  
goes  
by
&
love
dies
but
not     
with
you
&
i
// because sometimes you get tired of writing about deep feelings & dark nights; trying something different for a change //
Julia Elise Jun 2015
young girl, pretty and sweet
waiting for love, her hope in deplete.

petty child, barely eighteen
spectacular emotion she had only seen

with only her parents, has any love last
not even one coming up from the past

young boy, nearly of age
almost a man working for wage

sick of his father, sick of his life
longs for a child, a family, a wife

try to leave as soon as he may
or sneak around to go right away

an unforeseen night, left all alone
until one another, felt one of their own

their beloved daughter had left
along the locket, her pocket she kept

how could she leave, they'd given  her everything
worried horribly sick, unsearched they left nothing

their wretched son had finally gone
dead to them if not back before dawn

angry father searched all night
"I find him, he's dead, he'll regret it alright!"

the most unlikely, incredible set
completely inconceivable they had met

they bore the same faces
but come from two different places

the look of shame, drowse and wear
young these children, altogether unfair

love at first sight, some like to think
true, also quick, miss if you blink

a budding romance between these two
nothing could stop their love that grew

but unknown to them a plan devised
take back their child, devils disguise

disowned by father, his mother a traitor
thought he'd forget but had grown to hate her

that detestable boy his father thought
as he held to the cords he had just bought

"That selfish boy how could he go
I gave him food, a bed, a home!"

on the night of the ceremony wed
an intruder in their marriage bed

"I've found you now at last" he cried
before a gasp the boys throat was tied

"Don't hurt him!" his lover yelled out
Then everyone began to shout

"He won't live if he speaks again
You'll be fine, find some other men"

no empathy for this little girl
seeing her love taken from this world

she listened for the softest of words
so quiet, jagged and slurred

"Please my princess listen close
My time here is almost....

I have the key to your locket gold,
I kept it in my broken soul

you may not understand it now
but when I'm gone you'll see, somehow

Our love is a curious thing
I see you and my feelings sing

you're beautiful, I love you
and there's one thing more to share too.

Our love will never end
May this now let it begin

for you and I there's no surprise
no matter what... love never dies."

And with those words he took a breath
the breath she could not soon forget

she cried for days although she knew
that now their love could start anew

he would watch over her days
and she would find new ways to say

"My love, I love you, you're never gone
I know forever, our love lives on."

and with these words the locket opened
a heart now mended, no longer broken.
Some made up words.
Not sure how this happened, sorta darker than I was going for originally.
harmony crescent May 2015
The wind
The deep, long breaths of the sea
echoes off mountains
through deserts
across streams

It rumbles through the trees
and sings
through chimes and strings

But it dies off
Eventually
Like all Hearts of Wind do
antxthesis May 2015
4:21am
hi, how are you? i hope you're okay. hope you're doing fine. I'm sorry, I've just been thinking as always. you've never said it, but I'm sure you've thought: "you think too much"

4:24am
these past days haven't been going easy you know, and i think you know why. I'm sorry, you're just always on my mind.

4:25am
I'm sorry, it's kind of cold, the fan's on and windows' ajar. was just wondering if you'd hold my hands, I've never felt your hands before, and you've never felt mine. I'm sure they feel like silk, (soft and smooth).


4:26am
i miss you and I'm sorry i came by so late. sorry i didn't know you before. sorry i didn't know you before things changed. sorry that our situation is just not right.

4:28am
it's getting late and I should be sleeping, but i just read something and now i can't take my mind off you.

4:30am
have i ever told you that i love your smile, and there's this "quiet" thing about you that i love. i hope you keep smiling, hope no one ever makes you cry. hope that you're always alright. one of us has to be.

4:32am
i wished things didn't end the way they did. i didn't predict our ending like this. didn't even predict an ending.

4:33am
wish it wasn't so hard seeing you. wish things would go back to normal, wish i could turn back the time to when we first met. ****, those were the best couple weeks of my life. i think they were the best for you too.

4:35am
i still reread our past conversations and they still make me laugh.

4:38m
it's getting late, and i don't know what to say. i love you? still do. and always will. true love never dies.
-h.s.
okay so this was inspired by something @engimuse wrote
Jellyfish Apr 2015
What do you do when love dies?
What do you do when the glow in their eyes fades..
When you remember how love drunk you once were,
And hang your head down low in shame.
What are you supposed to do?
Do you tell them the truth,
Or stick around?
Do you share your smile a while longer,
Or express your deepest of frowns?
What if you still love them in a way,
But not in the way you once did.
How do you really know when it's over?
A spark to a flame
A seed to a flower
All thinks grow
As they do, they devour

A child devours knowledge
As a plant devours light
As a flame devours wood
And all put up a fight

A beautiful hunger
It rages and spreads
Then suddenly stops
All but dead

As a flame dies out
And a flower dies
A child loses interest
The whole world cries

For it has lost
A mind so bright
A mind so brilliant

So full of light
Jordan Harris Sep 2014
A grown child falls a young child flies,
a gray man huffs and rolls his eyes

a smiling nurse in all white sighs

a hand flings up to answer tries
a spoken comment was not wise
a star is given as a prize

envy consumes all the lies
a mother buckles down and cries,

some mental fuse is blown and fries
as masks are raised to form disguise

to mute the sound as laughter dies
Emily Tyler Jul 2013
You were one of those boys
Who I'd known since I was 4,
And who got confirmed in the
Christian faith
Six weeks ago.

One of those boys
Who joked around in class
In a way that made the tescher smile.

One of those boys
Who I was happy to have in my squad
For gym
Because I knew we would win
Team Handball.

He was a guy
Who was completely comfortable
If I referanced second grade,
Even if my memory
Embarrassed him.

Someone who was so happy
To go to highschool
And be on the football team,
And who had already made friends
With all the players.

And he was one of those boys
Who we all knew
Would be the one to score the winning goal.

I thought that he would always be there.
Because boys like Bennett Rill are rare.
R.I.P. Bennett James Rill, 1998-2013. We started off eighth grade with a death and ended the year with one. Bennett was electrocuted on the last day of school while reaching to catch his friend Luke when he fell off the roof of Fox Mill Elementary.
I hope theres football in heaven ❤❤❤❤❤
Emily Tyler Apr 2013
She loved art
And she breathed
And ate
And slept art
And she radiated art
And art was her life

And we
All loved her
One hundred percent
And every
Girl
Was her
Best friend

And the priest
Doing the funeral
Hadn't met her.
But her parents
Paid him like he had.

And they told the priest
"She loved art
And she breathed
And ate
And slept art.
And she radiated art.
And art was her life."

And so that was what he
Told the
Congregation.


But when
A quiet person like her
Dies
No one ever finds out
That she
Hated art
But
In fact
She loved Forensic Science.
Go look at all of my other poems please!!! I'm trying to get to 10,000 views!!! :)
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