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Roz Mar 2019
I miss the thought of us,

but maybe there was nothing to think of from the beginning.
lonleyflowerx Mar 2019
i remember when i use to tell them “don’t let the door hit you on the way out” as they would carelessly walk out of my life again. these days i’ve grown to hold the door open and watch as they go instead. watching them leave me now is something like driving past a horrible accident and although you don’t want to look, you do anyways. i’ve grown use to these accidents, i’ve grown use to watching each and every one of them crash and burn and leave me with nothing. ive grown use to watching them leave and walk out of my life. so save me and just go. i’ll hold the door open for you.
KMM Nov 2018
~I didn't get to say goodbye,  
all I could do was cry,
you've left me all alone,
and only god knows why,

I miss you by my side,
I miss being in your arms,
way too many tears I have cried,
ever since the night I watched you die,

the feeling of depression,
is now my minds obsession,
I feel no need to exist any longer,
they say this will make me stronger,

I feel it only makes me smaller,
I can fake a smile all I want,
but it always finds its way to haunt,

I can close my eyes and hold my ears,
but that doesnt help silence my fears,
I hold my breath to drown the tears,
and pray that I may meet the man upstairs,

I deeply miss you mother,
it's becoming too hard to bear,
in all and complete honestly,
i wish i were up there,

id hold you close,
and kiss your nose,
cry a single tear~
faeri Feb 2019
I'd like to say
Our love is like
Puzzle pieces.
Even if our pieces
Are worn
And hands don't
Fit anymore,
The picture we
Made together will always
Be beautiful
In our memories.
first official poem of 2019
For a moment I forgot.
A beautiful moment I imagined you would be there, too.
In that moment you were breathing, and everyone was having a good time.
A loving moment we were all smiles, photographing memories.
A moment of peace that nothing was wrong,
For a moment we were whole.

The following moment came with a sting of pain and tearful eyes; for when that moment passed I realized none of that would ever be.

How could I forget?

The following moment felt as if it had happened all over again.
The harsh reality of the moment that everything was real.
That following moment stole any new memories we wanted to make with you.
In that following moment a piece of me had left again because there would never be any future with you. One I wish we had; if only to let you know you were loved.

In this very moment, my heart broke for the second time for you, because in that following moment, you were gone again.

  By,
    Natalie M. Lawrence
My oldest brother died in 2017. A couple months after I actually was speaking with my sisters about taking a huge sibling photo. Including my two siblings from my father's side since we hadn't taken a sibling photo with everyone since we were little and even then never with my new found siblings. I had said that and it hit me. We would never have that photo because he was gone and I felt so guilty saying it to my sisters and because I had forgotten for just a moment. It hurt so bad that I went to write in my journal.
This is in honor of my big brother, Jeffrey! I miss and love you!
Megan Feb 2019
they touch each other igniting passion in their hearts
as my mind wondered aimlessly in my subconscious
watching the poison spread
the poison you never kept hate was all that was left
broken was all I was capable of being
after you spread you venom
trust was all I had for you
every step you took towards her
was a step I took back
now from a distance I will stay
when you were in darkness
I showed you the light
but you took the all the love I had left
holding it hostage
it was all I needed but it was ****** in by your eyes
now I must glue back together what you broke
even though it will never be perfect
it will always show the thing you destroyed even though I fixed you

goodbye to my lover and best friend
my poems do not tend to rhyme but i write to make people feel something
Broadsky Feb 2019
Today has been grey and I've spent most of my time asleep. I lack the ability to feel something slightly; this causes discomfort and pain- yes but, this means I have felt every sunset, every time your fingertips brushed my skin I have felt it. I have felt your body rise up and down as you pulled the pillow to cover your head, I have felt you laugh, I have felt your fingers create bubbles in the soapy water that is my skin. I have felt you pull my hair in passion, I have felt you raise your voice in rage, I have felt your heavy heart and I have felt your loose-fitting tight-knit love that covers me. There are days my imperfections leave streak marks on the mirror and a mess in the kitchen, but then there are the days my imperfections make you laugh and stare, because I am my imperfections and you love me.
March 25, 2015
Broadsky Feb 2019
You leaned me back as we danced at 2am in my kitchen.
You held your head back, as my eyes held yours, and my hands held you. This medicine keeps me calm and breathing easy. The lighter and the glass pipe on my windowsill make me enjoy the freezing mornings, and you darling make music notes run through my veins, and they make me shake.
January 19, 2015
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