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I Disappear in the crowd of dancing people
The music is loud while I walk through the corridor
I am outside now, the first breath of fresh air for hours
My legs are hurt and my head are dancing with stars
I walk without saying goodbye, I just walk
I stand so sleepy watching the turn of the street lights
The sunrise in the horizon and I'm waking
My body has recovered but my head still hurts
but it's different from last night, cuz today
My phone rang and I got social hangovers
Sometimes you just know you are doomed, but you don't necessarily know why
Chante Hinsey Jan 2016
I promise things were looking up
The return was the cherry on top
No more half assed conversations
No more forced legislations
Things were finally going back to the way they were
You know the cupcake stage without the saboteur
The late night connections
The spark with no reflections
My heart's saying he's finally back
But my mind would always bushwhack
Lying in state of overthinking and assuming
But always it's reality that's consuming
Guess it's true people change
But when they change with their surroundings it's awfully strange
Back at square one
The feelings like a submachine gun
The hope is lost again
No use in making amends
It's obvious your not on his mind when he's there
Come to think of it it's not ******* fair
Basically just a part two of Doomed Love
Chante Hinsey Dec 2015
She and he were inseparable
But not the always together type
It was on a much deeper level
Their hearts were in sync
But the thought of him leaving
Made her cry until she sank
The day finally came
When he left on the plane
She grew tired of trying
And so sick of crying
The hope became lost
And a last their love was doomed
I think this poem just came from personal feelings and how I feel my relationship might end up.
ShadowWolf Nov 2015
Her heart is sealed behind unscalable walls
and unbreakable doors
It’s key long ago forgotten
but those are the least concerning
Any weary traveler or brave warrior should beware
of the beast that protects the walls

Rows of ivory razors set in a malicious smirk
strong jaws meant to snap a man in half
unbreakable scales make a gleaming armor of crimson
whose strength has crushed any who travel by

And inside the castle a maiden stays
detached from the world
unaware of the battles that are waged outside
lost in the looming abyss of her mind

And she wonders
is something wrong with her
She is the queen of broken hearts
and she doesn’t even try
And the moment she begins to feel something
she is drawn back by the beast inside

People are bound by ropes and chains
but the weak strings that kept her attached to this world have long since broken

she looks for love but never finds it
she doesn’t know why
she doesn’t even question it any more
just drifts off into her blissful oblivion
but  she doesn’t realize that it is all her fault
The beast is controlled by her savage heart
even if she is oblivious to it
deep down she knows the truth

So in her castle she will stay
behind her mile high walls
and sealed doors
that no longer have a key
protected by a beast and a savage heart
hoping for a brave knight that will never come
Dreams of Sepia Nov 2015
Her nervous laugh
is the ***** of a champagne glass
he does not care she has no brains
he worries about his tie
asks her to confess
she never loved Tom
showing off his wealth
built on the sand grains
of dodgy business & deceit
& brick of bravado
a siren, she has called his heart
to sail to her across the years
all to end in a gunshot
by a pool
Have been watching the various movie versions of The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald & hope to re-read the book soon. I think the 1974 movie version with Robert Redford is the best movie version there is. Btw, if you've not read the book/seen the film & don't know what happens, she doesn't shoot him & he does not shoot her, he gets shot by someone because of something she does by accident.
Cíara McNamara Oct 2015
falling in love, is like aligning with stupidity -
trying to save you, to save us
in the name of love
is like passing your hands through the flames of the fire
someone's going to get burned,
and that someone is always me.
Amber Williams Oct 2015
No one and nothing can bring me back from tipping over the edge.

Everyday I fought a battle with every last ounce in me even though my whole body screamed  at me not to and to give in and surrender.

Someone has to win this war and I have a pretty good idea of who it is.

Fighting with every atom of my being just to do a simple thing as living.

We were all once happy children with big hearts but the devil came over to a selected few and stole our souls.

My happy ending is near and though it might be a sad and wasted life I lead I want to die in peace and happiness.

For the first time I am speaking for myself instead of through the misguided quotes of books and song lyrics.

That's a good ending.

To find your voice and then die.
This isn't a suicide note or anything. Just what I think when things get a little bad in my head or I think about death too much.
Monica Figueroa Sep 2015
Then I sensed it
Rushing forward like a flood
A tidal wave of recognition
And I suddenly understood what you were talking about
We are doomed arent we?
And
No matter...
How sweet the victory tastes right now

It will all end in failure
How can I sit back and enjoy these moments?
How can I resist its tempting taste?
Copyright 2015 Monica Figueroa
Ella Blue Poet Aug 2015
How could you leave me that way?
A way that made me feel suicidal
You were my rock,
You were my world
I can hear your voice telling me you're okay
And you, you stood up and walked away
Yes, I know you couldn't stop yourself
Your soul walked from your lifeless body next to mine
But I can't help myself
And I have to ask this question
Why now?
When I need you the most
The time where I need you to hold me close
And now you're no more than a ghost
But I know, I will follow you to heaven, like a lamb
You were the treasure in my empty chest
I take myself now and put us both to rest
Mel Little Aug 2015
Ours was a bitter kind of love from the start
Bitten lips ****** around kisses
Handprints bruised onto each other
My fingerprints still rest in your shoulders
My legs still know how to wrap around your hips
My mouth still mumbles the
yes, please, ****, yessss
Even when you're not around
Separated by miles, by time
By mouths who have known other tastes
My fingerprints are on other shoulders now
The pills I swallow are no longer a part of you
And it takes every ******* part of me not to whisper your name into someone else's ears
Ours was a doomed love, wrecked and wretched
But you may still call my body your home
Should you wish
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