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Jule Nov 2019
I barely fit in to my own shoes
Yet you expect me to fit in yours, too
Sam H Nov 2019
When i hear
Your little beating heart,
I know i'm home

Losing you
Is my greatest fear
And when you wrap
your arms around me
i wish we’d never part
floW Nov 2019
you
i gave it all for you,
all the time, all the energy, all the love
every ******' dime, every **** worry,
above all else.

nothin' but a waste,
you never wanted any space,
so I held on tight,
avoided every fight,

held a light to brighten every room you entered
watched you bloom as I slowly withered

and in return i got:

a burning fire scorching me with every touch,
a broken heart
yearning for the reciprocation of love.

meaningless emotion,
effortless promises,

stab after stab,
it's my fault, you whisper to me,
as the knife jabs

blood pours out into a cup,
for you, I say.

why do i care?


because i can't bear the thought,
of others feeling pain.

it feigns empathy,
and yet is so much more deadly.

i drew a shield around you,
my heart
taking the blow of every shot,
your brown-eyed counterpart.

i told myself it was for you,
and you were worth it all.

but in the end, after taking each and every hit
i could do nothing but quit and
fall.
Damon Robinson Nov 2019
Maybe it was the lighting,
But as you looked towards the rooms sky
I swore to you that the glistened dew stained
Your cheekbones, auburn.

It was the dimming glow that bothered mine.
I don’t know if was the environment,
Or the moon of currant, bleeding a signal that made
The mutts howl alongside you.

Your eyes, now faced with fears that knows
It can take over and plaster this town.
Fear subsiding into your crescent gaze
As you avoid looking at anyone.

I know you won’t hear me.
But I want to help you.
We all wonder if there was something we could have done.
Isaac Nov 2019
i can see him
he can see me

mirrored differences
spark a rage

his red insignia
and my blue badge
can never be side by side

i take a moment
to sneak a glance
at his grimy face

i wonder if mine is as
horribly ugly
as i stare in the colourless river

his gaze lands on countless
invisible scars
burnt and marred
by other gazes

he plans to leave his mark

so do i

i know him
yet i dont

i can trace the straight line
of death
as my bullet
reaches
and grasps his heart
within its warm
and cold fingers

i think he knows too

too different to ever be the same
Traveler Nov 2019
(Just so you know)

I drown in your heavy heart ache
I get intoxicated
On your drunken bourbon blues
We have so much more in common
Then you think
Poor old broken me and the likes of you

Heavenly this Hell among us
Feel the burn of unadulterated lust
For most of us it is a must
Invisible deities we needn't trust

All this sadness giving birth
Was it karma or some sort of curse
Is the sinner less then what he's worth
The Reaper reaps the young of heart
Whilst we grow old waiting to depart

White knuckled we desperately cling
Straining to live whilst we're suffering  
Such an exciting unattainable theme
Life is but a beautiful, beautiful dream

A moments of passion
Paid for in blood
Bleeding to live
In the name of love
..................
Traveler Tim
Mitch Prax Oct 2019
I too am human
and I too feel emotions-
do you understand?

7:04 PM
30/10/19
Fenna Capelle Oct 2019
His soul called upon him to go astray
And there learned to love and bear empathy
Therefore in that intention he pursued his way
The way of art, the road of dreams, the beauty of poetry

It will be there that he shall meet me soon
As I will walk with him until the path is almost gone
And pluck the silver apples of the moon
And the golden apples of the sun
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