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James Cook Mar 2020
When I’m gone go on.
When I’m gone stay strong
I’m where I belong
So my friends and family
I say so long

Don’t cry for me
Don’t say I wish I would’ve ?
Don’t pretend to be hurt
I was alive
Not one word

I am gone
I’ve gone home
I’m sorry I left you alone
My life was lonely
When I’m gone
Don’t cry for me

When I’m gone play my song.
When you see the things you’ve missed
You could’ve took a second my friend
Don’t say oh he  was a good guy
You had your opportunity
So when I’m gone
Dry your eye
You had the opportunity and you don’t get to cry
It’s a lonely life. People take for granted their loved ones..
Once a girl lived
Tucked in a house of glass
Kept for so long
Walking over the shards of broken
Things once whole
It hurts
But she's stuck
Little does she know
The key is herself
The broken house her mind
But its impossible
Or so it seems
To escape the house of glass without
Bleeding out
Maja Feb 2020
I wonder, sometimes why,
why do we wonder, why do we pry
into matters that don’t matter
and into places, we shouldn’t be

I wonder why,
why do we wonder why
when the stars will stay the same in the sky
even after we’re gone,
no one will even hear our goodbye
So I wonder,
why do we wonder why
KR Feb 2020
Yet I’m in it
My heart is full
Yet I’m empty
My mind is in motion
Yet I stand still
My body is strong
Yet I am weak
What fuels a raging fire?
What makes the sea calm?
Who aches for redemption?
Who is buried below the ashes?
Fall into the abyss and find nothing
Liz Carlson Feb 2020
its funny how just a month ago,
home to me was found in your arms.
home was your sweet smile when you looked at me,
and now where are we?

as distant as the earth is from the sun.
nowhere to be seen.
Artem Mars Feb 2020
I’m a clear
lead pencil I’m
here but no 1
sees what I do I
make marks but
you don't care
to see them
You can erase
them, but,  you
can't see what
you erase  I
could’ve been
anything,
But I had to
be invisible, I
might as well
have been dead
Dead, What
a funny idea
Death, Would
we be gone
Can we come
back? Do we
get choices?
I wouldn’t come back
Gone
Gon
Go
G
I tried to shape it like a pencil, almost there
Bhill Feb 2020
how long has it been
where have you gone
was it worth all the grief
being gone for so long
it will never be the same
no matter how hard you try
where have you gone
do you have NO reply
now that you're back
the change is quite clear
you're not who you were
you’re something to fear
what did you do
you were gone so long
what did you see
you really moved on

  Brian Hill -2020 # 56
What is gone?  What is your thoughts of what I mean?
Daisy Ashcroft Feb 2020
Her perfume
I just love it so

Her perfume
Where she got it I long to know

Her perfume
It now clings to me

Her perfume:
The last memory of her that will ever be
I am writing a story with a character whose girlfriend goes missing. Just really felt that if she wrote a poem, it would be like this.
Garrett Johnson Feb 2020
Remembered best.

Conspired in listful site.
Lay upon frozen forgoing lake.
Seize in the night.
For embrace of lips of world.
Intertwined.
Only imagined.
In the mist blue grasping through.
The pines.
Glisten of eyes.
Mirrored in soft pyro
She lay.
Wrapped.
In nothing but amethyst wools.
Playing the 6 string.
She sleeps to the tune.
In easiness of the early brake of new.


Garrett Johnson
A Worthy mess.
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