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LaCayla May 28
I don't know what to think no more
Being with you makes me wanna Soar
Through the sky,
come on baby, please don't lie
to me, I got this under control
You plus me, that makes us whole.
I got this relationship,
trust me its been a grip
since you and me got the time to think about this future
we been dealing with it, yes you were
you were saving this future for the both of us
come on baby, lets discuss
how we gonna be together
for ever and ever.
This future is in our hands
we not gonna let our future be decided because of all these demands
that we're getting from those around us
come on, we gotta adjust
the time we have together
its lighter then that feather
over there, just floating away
make this future all fuzzy and grey.
But I know us,
we don't got no suss,
we gonna be together forever baby
because I'm your one and only on a daily.
the sea it slowly breathes.
my lungs quickly ebb & flow.
from far Moon has her say,
and in my ear your soft “Hello”.
Amanda Kay Burke Nov 2020
My heart is slowly falling to pieces
Breaking more each day
I don't understand what I did wrong
But something drove you away

It has to be my fault you fled
I guess you have grown tired
Sick of looking at the one thing
You used to above all else desire

It has been a long time coming
Suspected from the very start
That one day you would come to your senses
Pack your bags and depart

The melodic tones of your voice linger
Echoes haunting my head
Silence keeps me up at night
Restless in my empty bed

The beat of my heart is feeble
I wonder if I am dying
Begging for a shred of relief
But the pain keeps amplifying

Losing track of the days passing by
Irrelevant time spins around
The ticks of the hands moving on clocks
Become another meaningless sound

All I can feel is the throbbing ache
Resonating through my heavy heart
Paralyzed by the grip of agony
As my entire world is torn apart
I hate every second of this
Traveler Sep 2020
And there I was hanging
Eternity beneath my feet
One handed white knuckle
One tight grip on reality

And so I wonder where
My strength comes from
And who will catch me
When I lose my grip

I never knew I could fly.
Traveler Tim
moria Jul 2020
I grip your hand as I cling on for dear life,
Our life has just begun,
But it’s time to wake up.

I cling onto you as I feel your invisible breath on my neck,
I’m trying to get the most of you,
But my breathing is getting heavier.

I finally open my eyes,
Just wishing you were truly there,
Right next to me.
~ I've started writing more short stories and less poems, sorry! I just got my new computer so I'll try to get more poems up!
Grey May 2020
As sleep overcomes me,
my unsteady hands loosen their grip on the locket
and it slides through my fingers
and falls to the ground.
lost the last promise I gripped, slipping, the losses now fixed

homeless, nameless, tragicomic living past the place where scavenging doesn’t last.

ready supply of wretchedness unlimited, shopping cart full of your discards skimmed.

no more we say that evil Oh God, words over exercised, gone, excised, fk-you-exorcised.

lost the remaining of the last promise gripped, the losses are ice in July, fixed.

my suburban brain, burned, the volunteer firemen failed to care, appear.

put my past you, you, exhibited the lesser lesson, the faun ceased dancing.

my cunning can’t be higher’d, hired, arm won’t raise/rise over the wind head.

where the bloodlines went, just veins who purposely are no deafened,  dumb, silenced.

no depth, no plumb line necessary, for measuring the deep, the last pairing.

ditched the muse, the witch *****, who offers tantalizing sweets, poison too, nicely spoiled.
Ingram Feb 2020
The space between us
is substantially bigger,
and your tight grip  
is no longer pinned to my emotional trigger.

You knew that in the past
I would have jumped off a ledge for you,
but now I am strong enough
to say ***** you, too.
Harley Hucof Oct 2019
" He is losing his grip "
- Oh!! Is there a grip now? No body said anything about a grip.

           Words Of Harfouchism.
What grip?
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