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Mybadbrainday Feb 2016
when you'll get your heart broken
by words not spoken.
Yet you persist,
–even insist

...on making one more try
before you let yourself cry

it was a beautiful ride
but here comes the tide,
that ocean of tears
confirming my biggest fears


waves of silence
drowning the violence
...of my heart broken
*by words not spoken...
aar505n Nov 2015
Mystery are the prongs of jealousy
When struck rings and sings like a song.
Mystery still is why such innate sea of emotions
Overcomes me in such a fashion.
What does this say about me?

The prongs rings out -
I doubt -
I've ever felt this wrong before.
The prongs rings out -
I know -
Singing of everything I want
But will never had

I cannot change the song
Or tune these prongs
To another key
As the ringing is too strong

And it's been too long
Since I've heard sweet silence
All I have is neat violence
In the form of a forlorn song.
Bridget Allyson Aug 2015
If ever I were to remember
I would remember the sunset
A day ends to make room for new beginnings.

If ever I were to remember, anything at all
I would remember when she cried
So helpless for her daughter.

And if ever I were to remember
I'd remember how souls danced
Because mine might not ever
Again.
aar505n Dec 2014
You wore a Rolex watch
which was fake
and didn't even tell the time.

I know that isn't a crime.
Nor is buying complex coffees
but it did perplex me.

I ignore this, naturally.
But before the finale,
before you forsaked me
into the Vally of the Dead
where few did tread.
I saw the cracks.

I saw you slack and caught a glimpse
behind that facade, behind the blinks
to see that you were flawed, just like me

Still, I ignored this.
I didn't take you serious,
blind to your spurious nature.
Nothing more than specious appearance.

It wasns't till the Persecco
that I felt your echo.
And it all came pouring out,
All the more doubt than before.

Adore turns to abhor too soon for my liking.
I can't stop you if you're a quitter.
Just like I can't stop the bitter memories,
flitter by my mind.
casey Nov 2014
Your kisses burn
like a feeling I know all to well
cigarette burns on my skin
You swore you'd love me forever
never leave me
But I knew..
You were gone as soon as
I thought you were
there
But
you left, just like he did
17 years earlier.
3/3
Why do I have to wake up
Feeling like this?
Why do I have to wish
That everything was different?
Why do I have to cry
Every single day?
Why can't I just
make myself happy again?

Why are these thoughts hunting me
Why do they have to tear me apart
Why am I letting them do it?
Julia O'Neary Sep 2014
Dear New Love,
Why do I call you New Love?
Does this imply that
There is Old Love, that
love has an expiration date.

Dear Old Love,
Why is the memory of you
still clinging to my sheets?
It's not that I miss you
It's not that I want you
back, but I crave that
feeling from when our
love was young,
When I was innocent.

Dear New Love,
I’m scared, sorry.

Dear Old Love,
I am not sorry.

Dear New Love,
I need you to understand
that I am very good at
being alone, that I
have turned off the
parts of myself that make
me loveable.
I stopped watering
My gardens and my flowers
Have all died
That I am afraid to
fall because I
know how it feels
to not be caught.

Dear Old Love,
Thank you for not
Catching me.

Dear New Love,
Please be patient.
Walk slowly with me
through this city, let
the crowds run past
we will catch up.
Hold my hand.
I'll keep your promise
within the space between
us, for it's not distance
it's love.

love,
Julia
Clindballe May 2014
I found a matchstick
lit it
then threw it away.
Written: May 23. - 2014
"Baby, because your birthday is tomorrow you get a special prize."
"Really what is it?"
"Cant tell you yet."
"Oh come on, just a hint."
"Something sweet."

She wanted a ring
but she got a teddy bear instead.
She said these things:

"You got me a ******* bear, and that's it!"
"Baby let me explain,"
"No I told you i wanted a ring for my birthday since we started dating!"
"Can you let me talk?"
"No no more talking just listen! We are through! Through!"
"What? Why?"
"Just go!!"
"Fine."

Later that day she saw the zipper
and opened the pocket.
She found a beautiful diamond ring
She later went to apologize to him
He was no were to be found.
The next day she found out bad news
Her love was killed in a shooting.
She went to his grave and read the note out loud:

"Happy birthday baby,
You are the love of my life and I hope you like my gift.
You mean the world to me.
Love,
Your man"

She spent the rest of her life regretting everything she said.
And she kept the ring for the rest of her days.
She never married,or had kids.
She was buried with the ring on and next to his grave.
They had no kind words before his time.
And so
Those were their last words.

— The End —