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Poetic T Nov 2018
Friend zone hardships,
never seeing through the eyes
that gaze with admiration
that you where always there.


                But never in the place
                                      intended.

A side line referee, holding hands
             but giving red cards to those
             who foul up her heart with tears.


Lovers will *** and go, but a friendship
                     of mutual feelings that's never going
                                                              to be  strained.

As this is one place they'll stay, for love is endless.
                              When the friendzone is sat upon,
                                           its just a different respect.

Never wavering over time,
                     you'll always have one another's back,  
                     no matter the others pain your always friends.
Anya Sep 2018
One would opt for ****** Doo and Agatha Christy
The other for cheesy romance Asian dramas and light novels
One would rather be building the sets
The other, on the stage
One cares nothing at all for other’s thoughts
The other cares too much
One wants to be a police woman
The other simply cannot choose
It shouldn’t be possible
Yet it is
And perhaps, it is their extreme differences that bring them together
That keeps them from clashing
Or,
Maybe something in their respective personalities finds solace in the other
Whatever the case
They are best friends
I hate that I have this feeling
A residency in my chest
Filled by an unexpected guest
That I cannot confess
Outside of subtle hints
Of what haunts nearly every thought
At least for a time
Until it is right

I keep that photo close
A rare moment
Probably so common
For people accepted
Maybe that's all it really is
What I actually feel
Just being a part of a family

Nevertheless
The truth is rather a mess
I know I shouldn't feel like this
But this is still the case
The place in my heart
Will always be there
In hopes that the soulful eyes
Will meet mine
To hold the heart
Like I owed when we part
I miss it greatly
To which I will keep to my vow
To do what I can
So it will always be there

The doors will always be open
The windows even cracked
If time allows it to happen
She will always have a way in

Perhaps
On the off chance the heart sees better
What my eyes cannot
And its childish wish
For this
Is granted by reality
I hope that they can see
What it is that nearly blinds me

A pure heavenly light in the darkness
The reason for the battle to greatness
To rest in the valleys
Seeding rose gardens with possibilities
Of the future past the expectations
Promised by the angels
Given that I followed the order
To push through and fight for the masses
That couldn't take the battles on their own
To bring about a world those people can feel safe in

That is what she brings out in me
A sense of purpose in this life
I had forgotten I had
In a time of hardship
Even if the wishes I cast never fulfill
The truth is I love her still
And see she was simply meant
To revive the part of me that died

I have to accept that may simply be the case
As anything more may simply be fantasy
As for now I cannot be anything more to her
Than a watchful overseer and friend
Poetic T Aug 2017
Fondness for another,
      loved for its individuality.

Never moaning, complaining...

But nevertheless cold and unmoved.

My pet rock, my friend and guardian
against those who would do us harm.
RLG Mar 2017
A light-dappled square,
Buzzing like the
Center of the universe.
Flat-capped Frenchman
Strut like mid-century
Movie stars.
Cigars flaunt from
Languid fingers.
Serious facades mask
Red-blooded kinship.
They wait their turn to
To flick, to spin, to thud
Their steel onto
Provençal terrain.
What a life. What a game.
Title translated: Petanque Life.

Pétanque is a form of boules where the goal is to toss or roll hollow steel ***** as close as possible to a small wooden ball called a cochonnet (literally "piglet") or jack, while standing inside a circle with both feet on the ground.
Poetic T Jan 2017
Woven into words of disillusion the prospect
of those that undo the considerations of my
breath. I want to silence every motion that
gives them substance to drag me to desolation.

In the reasoning of my continuation, I see it
as a stalemate of the affliction that is seeded
within me. But the pressures of reality are
dwindling to the choosing of words on paper.

I was pulled beneath the statements of others
wishes, but within my solitude a vocal theme
kept me above the surge of nothingness. Indebted
to that one voice that said "I'm always here for you,

*"A friend is a moment that can keep our feet of the
ledge of despair, words are anchors that keep us strong,
A friend who see the pain need only to speak a few words to show those that are on the ledge that there is some there to help, there never alone.
darktowers Apr 2016
As i fall into the wring of fire
My rage will explode
Out of me
My mind is still there
My tactic will be unmatched
In the end
The devil may cry

One thing is for sure
I may not survive
But it's been one hell of a ride
You and I
Need help with a title on this one
Kristin Kepner Oct 2015
Breaking my own heart hurt
But breaking yours was worse
You trusted me and had faith
The faith you had in me diyed
The moment I broke your trust

I would go to you for comfort
But you don't want to talk to me
I don't even deserve you anymore
I'm numbed by the teribal things
The teribal things I did to you
I lost my best friend today and the only person I can blame is the demons in my head twisting the knot in my stomach
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