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Laurent Apr 2015
You must surrender to absence,
Through so many silences,
That you must turn the page,
Address you other messages,
Even if her heart is tightly closed,
And the sun won't rise high today,
You have to shine each new day.
Laurent Apr 2015
You, who thought,
You were strong enough,
To vanquish both life and death.
You known you were, silly you,
Man enough to love her the best way,
And that wasn't the right way,
Too much love is often a flaw.
Her eyes turned away from you,
Her heart freezed over forever,
Erasing the present into the past,
Your bliss has disappeared into time.
Sadly way of sneaking up on you,
Tricky way of helping you out.
You will always love her,
Tell her that you will.
Charlie Apr 2015
the girl
that found
herself in
your eyes
has left
you in
the dust.

the girl
who said
she thought
she couldn't
love one
has left
for you
for herself.

the girl
has not
cried nor
will she
because she's
strong and
cares more
about herself
than you.
I'm sorry, these things happen.
Missy Wong Feb 2015
The furthest distance in the world
Is not between life and death
But when I stand in front of you
Yet you don’t know that
I love you

The furthest distance in the world
Is not when i stand in font of you
Yet you can’t see my love
But when undoubtedly knowing the love from both
Yet cannot
Be together

The furthest distance in the world
Is not being apart while being in love
But when plainly can not resist the yearning
Yet pretending
You have never been in my heart

The furthest distance in the world
Is not
But using one’s indifferent heart
To dig an uncrossable river
For the one who loves you

by Rabindranath Tagore (7 May 1861 – 7 August 1941)
I like this poem. Written by an late Indian poet, and later translated into mandarin. Depicted my feeling very well at the same time towards someone.
Aubree Brianne Jan 2015
I had always frowned upon the thought of being drunk
But my God, I hated being sober
****** smirnoff was the key to falling asleep in the arms of my lover
The bitter taste of alcohol made me forget about you
I never knew the downers in alcohol could make so many memories
I was sloppy drunk with my friends laughing until the sun came up
And no I didnt want it to end
I couldn't find which direction I was supposed to go
And I didnt care
I just wanted to catch the sunrise in his beautiful eyes
And the joy in the laughter of my friends
Aubree Brianne Jan 2015
I know they say when one door closes another opens
But I'm forcing gravity down with the weight of my regrets
I refuse to let the door that allowed you into my heart to close
You say I'm not pretty
So I broke every mirror in my house
To keep from seeing the reflection of a used up depressed teenager
Because who would want a girl with so much brokeness
ema m Jan 2015
there’s no way to describe the feeling that enveloped me once you left
but if i were to have to do so
i would say that it felt like cold tendrils wrapping around my neck
******* my every last breath

if i were to have to put it into words
i would say that it felt like dull tweezers plucking at my heart
tearing it apart
not all at once
but piece by piece

if i were to have to explain myself
i would say it was like drowning in the arctic
the cold water
a brutal reminder of the cruel reality
where you left me
to sit alone
and surrender to the insanity
that has slowly consumed me
Amanda Nov 2014
Bang, bang, bang!
Shots rang out.
Bang, bang, bang!
On the sixth, he went down.
That ninth day of August,
two-thousand and fourteen,
a young man's life ended,
with an entire city's dreams.

They say he wasn't armed,
he didn't have a gun.
They say he fought back,
but the officer, he won.
Self defense or ******?
No one really knows.
Except the three who were there,
watching the nightmare unfold,
and so it goes:
"Michael Brown was murdered!"
"That white cop should burn in hell!"
"It was only self-defense!"
But to Michael, they said farewell.

Two sides to every story,
that's the way life goes.
You were not there, and the three that were, are the only ones who know
what truly happened that tragic night
when a young man lost his life.

So heart-wrenching a situation,
yet for the family, there is no peace.
The jury came back: no verdict.
And though they wished the violence would cease;
Turning the white man free
who shot their son
caused an uproar in the crowds.
They asked for peace, but they were not heard - the violence was too loud.
Flags of our fathers being set on fire,
dancing in the flames.
Shots ring out, stores windows smashed;
now, tell me, who's to blame?


This is not an issue of racism,
but of human decency.
The white man should not have shot the black man, but he could not set him free.
It is his job - his duty,
to protect and serve the law.
That fateful day, we may never know,
what it was that Michael saw.

Each man stood up for himself
in the best way that he knew how.
The outcome of what we now know
as the ****** of Michael Brown.

The media perpetuates racism,
there’s a different story everywhere you turn.
We cannot allow them to keep us apart,
and just sit here as they watch us burn.
Please, I beg you, from each man’s side,
it’s all been taken too far.
We need peace in the streets,
we need love in our hearts,
it’s all getting too hard.


My brothers and sisters,
and loved ones, too,
please listen to me now:
We cannot continue to stand apart
when war is happening on our very grounds.
We treat each other with hatred,
love is far from within our eyes.
How can we ever know peace
when all we tell each other is lies?

The unrest needs to subside,
the revolution needs to end.
Is this what your forefathers fought for?
You are ruining what they tried to mend.
It's sad that I even need to say this, but any and all hateful comments will be deleted. This is my take on the situation - nothing further needs to be said. Thanks.
Makenzie Marie Nov 2014
I crave your touch
your eyes
your lips
everything about you
I miss
You've got me hypnotized.
I long for you
for my hands in your hair
our fingers intertwined..
I wish I were there
or you were here,
or we were anywhere,
together.
you and I.
I miss you.
I feel the fire of you
everywhere
from my lips
to my fingertips
you will not leave me
the summer heat
you kissed me with
has seared my memory
Mick Nov 2014
The world is my canvas,
I am the rainbow that illuminates it.
My colors fill the open spaces surrounding me.
I see beauty with my eyes closed,
I speak my wisest words without a strain in my vocal cords,
I lead an army with no weapons.
I speak when I am not spoken to.
I create Unity and destroy resentment.
A man I once bought dinner for
had a body filled with darkness ,
I met his lurking shadow before I was introduced to his warm soul.
"I can't make it another day"
"this is no longer a game that I can play"
"I want to break away from my fate"
"3 big macs and a bottle of ***** that will help me think straight"
"I have this hole in my heart but its feeling more like a never ending weight"
his overused cardboard sign hung off of the side of his garbage filled shopping cart.
his fingertips froze against my palm
we talked about his life
his brother and mom
their drug addictions
and how he has survived so long,
he was 32
with no home.
he understood life in only one tone.
i feed,
I listen,
I speak influential truth.
what I said to him,
through my guitar callused hands,
saved his delicate life.
Purple vibrated through his toxic chest.
Purple.
the color of
wealth
power
creativity,
independence
dignity and wisdom.
purple filled His veins.
My weaponless army will proceed to expand.
and my soul will always be available for helping hands,
my guidance will forever lurk in the dangerous shadows,
I will speak when I am not spoken to because
speaking out of turn
saves souls.
and one day, everyone's soul will drown in purple.
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