Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Samara Dec 2020
i wish i could
remember fondly
all that i have
loved and lost
but i focus on the loss
and become scornful
biting my lips
and my arms
to keep my
silent screams
from being heard
by anyone
other than
the girl
in my head
- - -
she is no
friend of mine
but she stays
there sometimes
Savio Fonseca Jun 2020
Bring down the Blinds,
at Quarter past Eleven.
As Tonight the Two of Us,
shall both be in Heaven.
At Half past Eleven,
as I make Love to U.
I bring back fond Memories,
of the Love that U Knew.
As I play,  
Puppet on your Show.
U Dictate positions,
which way We Go.
As your gentle Kisses,  
Rain upon My Face.
I begin slowly,
Quickening up My Pace.
With each stroke of Mine,
U keep moaning My Name.
Dawn shines it's Light
and Climaxes both Our Flame.
TheWitheredSoul Jun 2020
I wish i could unplug my mind.
I wish i could erase and format all my memories.
I wish none of my drives were corrupted.
I wish all of them were fresh and fond as they wouldve been on the day i was born.
But here i am corrupted with all the memories we had.
But dont you dare to delete them they are the only remainder of what we had,
Missed you all guys been a while since i wrote.
Colm Aug 2019
Buried beneath the same old memories
     Are the papyrus and the paper scraps

The kind which will be eventually tossed
     Just to settle upon the winds of trash

But even still in stillness found
     Like a dream born near in this reality to pass

Though it’s a beautiful and ironic sight
     I am sleeping on your memory at last
Sleeping - A Fond Memory Past
memoona kazmi Feb 2019
while they all were busy,
in praising her beauty,
falling for her looks,
admiring her eyes,
proclaiming those rosy cheeks,
he found her,
collecting the bits of herself,
that were tossed by you,
he found her behind the woods of guise,
offered her hand,
and pulled her out,
out of that fake world,
and that has made all the difference
nish Nov 2018
absence makes the heart grow fonder
but what does it do to the rest of you?

watery eyes, framed by damp lashes

tear stained cheeks, mouth turned down
but only at the tips

arms, wrapped around your body

thoughts, drifting between past and present

fingers, mindlessly tracing the same patterns
you used to draw on me

but its okay
my heart is fonder.
Brazilian Portuguese: is a deep emotional state
of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing
for an absent something or someone that one loves.
faeri Aug 2018
You make my brain do crazy things.
You make my heart do crazy things.

I look  at you and just can't look away...
until you catch me and I don't know what to do.

It's difficult for me to control what I feel,
but I know I must be quite fond of you to feel this way.
usagi Jul 2018
You must have kissed me a million times before , I thought to myself
but today you kissed me and it was as if  our lips did not recognize each other,
and I couldn't even recall the last time you had kissed me.
as I moved my lips and swirled my tongue,
I realized our love was no longer young
and we had grown apart without saying a word
lonewolf17 Jun 2018
To describe her would be like looking at a waterfall.

From afar, she captures your attention
and up close you feel the mist
known as her presence embrace you.

Without a doubt, she is a beauty
and her voice gushes warmth and intensity.

However, when you get closer,
She is soothing like a water stream
and once inside,
playfulness arises.
Inside the water I am,
can’t breathe,
it’s like I swam in the most cavernous cascade ever.

I am drenched with fear as I go under the fall,
but as I further explore I am blocked by this stonewall.
Next page