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Tehreem Aug 2016
There are pieces of me in you
As I have of your pieces in me
Completely incomplete like you
You are equally divided like me
Half moon in the consummated skies
Unfinished dream in my doleful eyes
Distant face all I see is you
Missing person is just me
I speak nothing except you
You wasted valued time on me
My favourite story is always you
When your repulsive habit was me
Half heaven. Half hell.
Tehreem Jul 2016
Since when you become
A voice inside my head
Half of me that's still missing
My misplaced puzzle piece
Fuel of desperation and need
A last ray of dying hope
Missing the magnificent.
Pink backpack
With a face of a girl
Painted on the cloth

Rode on his bike
Every day on that road
Rain or shine

Hopped from the bike
Kissed his cheek
Whispered, "I'll miss you"

Sun set at 6
She's out of the room
He waited for her

6 months passed
She's out of the room
He waited for her

Hopped on the bike
Kissed his cheek
Whispered, "I miss him"
Chirayu Writer Jul 2016
One Day with You
On a candle light dinner,
Me and a Rose
Splash a Swash time in (......) Cup".
Amour voice left inside the cup.
#Incomplete Love
Isabella Terry Jul 2016
I am incomplete;
I am coffee without cream.

Without you, I'm only me,
Just a part of a whole.
The puzzle isn't finished,
I am an abandoned goal.

Homework forgotten for TV,
I sit in ever hope,
That you will remember me,
And choose me over the remote.

I'm a painting never finished;
My completion is no rush.
I hope my artist's waiting,
and designing the right brush.

And though you can't agree,
You, sir, are my missing piece.
For I am incomplete;
I am coffee without cream.
.-.
Caitlyn Emilie Jun 2016
I want you to set my skin on fire
the way you always do.

To whisper in my ear all the things you thought I never knew.
Cee Jun 2016
October 16th
We lost one of the best people
I ever saw.
My beautiful, sweet, dear
Mother-In-Law.
She loved her children
She introduced them to God.
Constantly smiling
Even though her life was so hard.
"Blood Of Jesus"
Was her favorite thing to say.
She probably said it
100 times a day.
She loved The Lord
She was spiritually touched.
He loved her too
That's why he blessed her so much.
God gave her the Cadillac
That she coveted so.
She shared her blessings with everyone
She never said no.
She gave & gave
Even to people who did her wrong.
Revenge was not in her nature
Because her faith was so strong.
She loved to talk
She always had something to say.
She kept it real with all
Man that woman didn't play.
She was the rock of her family
Her strength kept me in awe.
She was her family's monarch
She was perfect, no flaws.
She was my "California Mommy"
It's so hard being without her.
There's not an hour, minute or second
That I don't think about her.
I know she's in Heaven
Turning Heaven out.
The Lord is happy she's there
I believe that, no doubt.
I look up for her
I hope she's looking down on me.
I want her to know what her loss
Has done to her family.
Her daughter who used to
Always have a smile on her face
Now has sadness in her eyes
& her smile's been replaced
With a slight little frown
Because she misses her Mom
I don't think she gotten over the fact
That her Mother is gone.
We all grieve
In our own little way.
I thought it would get easier
With each passing day.
It hasn't for her daughter
She watched her Mom's health deteriorate.
But her Mom fought to the end
Because her will was so great.
I miss her so much
But I know she's in a better place.
The mark she left in our lives
Could never be erased.
October 16th is a day
That'll stay on my mind.
That's the day
My Mother-In-Law went to Heaven
& left us behind.
I know she's watching over us
I know this for a fact.
There's nothing in the world
I wouldn't do to have her back.
*
I Love You Mother-In-Law
2/3/1956-10/16/2014
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
I was the joke that was never funny
the roaring lion who was never feared
the natural sweet that was never honey
smooth and straight road never veered
I was the big and deep heart that never healed
the thick deep green leaf that was never real
the combined harvester that never tilled
the Ocean of warm passion but none would feel
I was the happy smile clambered with tendrils of melancholy
the beautiful dawn burning orange never loved
the philosophical twit whose melodies were folly
a big waxed feather to a bird devoured fried and served
the crowded vacuum, everything and nothing
the limpid river violently flowing,I was anything but something
Lilly frost Dec 2015
A Christmas without snow
Is like a diamond without coal
Incomplete
Nonexistent
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