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savs Jul 2017
It seems like i won't be able
to tell you the truth,
so I'm writing a letter
that I'll never send...
Stupid, right?

I guess I'm just scared
of my own feelings;
and it's not even that bad,
but i worry about your response

I'm going to confess something
because, as i said,
you won't read this and,
if you don't know about it,
I can be sure
you'll never tell a soul

I've been giving too many hugs lately...
My friends and family are surprised,
but they just take it
as a sign of love

I wish they weren't wrong,
trust me, i do;
sadly, they are

I embrace everyone around me,
even more than i did before,
because I've been trying
to replace your arms,
though I discovered that
it can't be done

Nobody's hugs
will feel as cozy as yours
and the thing is,
I think it's only
because i don't want them to

Actually, i don't wanna be hugged,
looked at, or kissed
if I'm not hugged,
looked at and kissed
by you

The worst part is
that i miss you 24/7
and i can do nothing about it

How could i,
when i keep thinking about you
as the boy who's too good
to me?

So here's what I'm gonna do:
I can't say all of that
to you directly,
I'm an idiot and I'm afraid,
but if you ever read this,
I promise I won't deny
the fact that your name
is hidden behind
all these words
Paul Jones Jul 2017
An ocean apart,      but a bridge is built
and old souls meet on      the road less travelled.
21:20 - 09/07/17

State of mind: joy; peaceful.
Perspective: personal; spiritual.

Thoughts: from thinking - about impossible dreams. There is something instinctive about striving after goals that are hard to reach or have never even been thought of before. To achieve this is to have walked the road less travelled.

The fourth part - 'the road less travelled' - is inspired by M Scott Peck's book of the same title. The overall message of the book correlates with that of this dyad, which is that love is not necessarily a feeling but an activity... such as a dance, I would say.

Questions: would you care to dance?

Listening to: Ed Sheeran - Perfect.
Vale Luna Jul 2017
I knew it was impossible
To change someone's sexuality
But with you
I tried anyway
Only to discover
How heart-shatteringly
Implausible
And truly
Improbable
The
Impossible
Really is.
Falling in love is the worst thing that's ever happened to me.
The Writer Jun 2017
maybe someday far off
where they didn't know
loss tasted of tears
and sacrifice like decay
where they could be
instead of what they are
maybe then they could
hope for the impossible
Benji James Jun 2017
Ooh maybe I hate this life
A little more than I should
Maybe one day I'll stop,
reaching for unrealistic dreams
And make something good
Maybe I'm starting to believe
That what you will is what you could
You can reach for stars
Dream for fast cars,
Hope that you can
create a large buzz

I'm levitating in subconscious dreams
Nothing is ever really what it seems
There's a deeper meaning underneath
If you take the time to see
You'll see there is more to me
Then my silly little acts
And my mildly tasteless jokes
Sometimes there's a thought
That I can provoke

I'm anchored far from shore
Beneath ocean tides
I lay dormant in the water
I feel a breath on the rise
I need a little space
In an overcrowded room
Sick of feeling lost and confused
Trying to remember faces
That I've never seen
Who are you?
Can you see the truth?

I'm levitating in subconscious dreams
Nothing is ever really what it seems
There's a deeper meaning underneath
If you take the time to see
You'll see there is more to me
Then my silly little acts
And my mildly tasteless jokes
Sometimes there's a thought
That I can provoke

Is there something you can't feel?
Are you still deciding what is real?
Are you lost in a song
That you don't understand?
Sometimes it feels like I am
I'm still chugging along
Because I think I can
Make fantasy my reality
In my head, I'm a dreamt up mess
Cursed not blessed
I can't give in for this

I'm levitating in subconscious dreams
Nothing is ever really what it seems
There's a deeper meaning underneath
If you take the time to see
You'll see there is more to me
Then my silly little acts
And my mildly tasteless jokes
Sometimes there's a thought
That I can provoke

©2017 Written By Benji James
Vale Luna Jun 2017
I asked you to make time for me
To make time for my love
But you were quick to explain
How relative time really was

That the moments
And seconds
And hours
And days
Were too impossible to stretch out
Or make last
Or hold onto for me

You told me
That clocks controlled our time together
That every time a clock ticked
A second was lost
Becoming the past
History
Before our very eyes
Our moments controlled
And measured
In the hands of a machine
A twisted philosophy
That you believed

I wanted to tell you
That if we cracked open the glass
We could turn back the hands
And re-live the memories
When you told me
You'd always be there
And we'd never be apart

I wanted to tell you
That we could freeze time
If we broke the clock
So that always
Would last forever
And never
Would never come

I tried to tell you
That my time is measured
In how many breaths of your perfume I inhale
In how many times I cry on your shoulder
In how many times
You tell me you love me

But I can see now
Our time together meant nothing
Because you measure time
By the sound of clocks ticking

So when I asked you to make time
It was an impossible request
And you'll move on without me
While I put our clock to rest.
thepoeticwit May 2017
If Rome
was built in a day,
Anything is possible.

If the Earth
was created
in 6 days,
then nothing is impossible.

If I can
build my mind
my thought
my opinion
in a split second
it’s a possibility that

it’s just me.

But things take longer
than usual.

Feels impossible,
no?
help...
Nicole Bataclan May 2017
Some people will never experience Berlin
Except through stories,
Have their thirst for the thrill quenched
Than by reading.
Close, but never close enough ;
I never saw that sunset,
Just the reflection of it,
And it was just as perfect.

Not all love stories have the happy ending
But that does not make them any less real
Than the real thing.
Phoenix Bekkedal Apr 2017
Re-peat-peat-peat-ing
This…
Is trying for me
Stuttering up the tall trunk
Of a tree impossible to climb
Whoop
Juverine Wan Apr 2017
I know
I can never make you smile
The way she does
The way he does

I know
You'll say it's pure nonsense
But when you smile at me
And at them
It's different

You write poetry about her
And even though
I didn't know you then
It still hurts

Do I like you
Do I?
I don't know how to answer
I just don't know why

I love your smile
It was what caught my eye
When I first saw you
Across the class

I forgot about you
Then I remembered
But it still didn't matter
Even though I tried

I want to make you smile
Like they do
But it's impossible
me and you
Just a poem :)
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