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Amanda Feb 2015
I feel too deeply;
I know.
You mustn't tell me
which way the wind blows.
Love is not merely a four-letter word -
something to be taken lightly.
It is a whispered promise
only heard
by those who can truly see.
Seeing with the heart,
sometimes you go blind.
And I swear, I might be..
I'm out of my mind.

But.

It is the skin from which I'm bread,
the blood pulsing through my veins -
It is the thoughts running,
running through my head
with every breath that I take.

I've got memories lined up
like dominoes -
I can tell you which belongs to whom.
These are the stones that life throws,
though you may feel it's far too soon.

Nostalgia is my worst enemy,
yet, we waltz
every single night.
I remember, bittersweet,
her holding me,
& simultaneously trying to forget
with all my might.

But memories,
they're my favorite ghosts
who continue to haunt my dreams.
Where everything is so lovely,
and for once, once more:
everything is what it seems.
Noandy Feb 2015
Impersonating the withering time spent in vacant prisons
None would heed the grief of the comatose televisions,
Seething silence, and things crack to pollute proceeding eyes
Of fishnet and waves conjured in the restful realms

My love for daydream is as much as nightmare
Neither it is in the day nor after horrid nightfalls
It is better to dream of horror than to dream of none
And to lavish the physique in mental salvation

In our daydream we still wander around
Chasing apostles and romance of ancient times
As for the dark dream in our mundane rest
Never get us to the eluding tide of winfer fire
Not even the embalmed hail of summer’s sweet liver

Of course, we know the pleasure of staying the night and burning shadows
Temperate, just like those faithful moments before we drown
Some might enjoy its darkness as it falls out of grace
Like after halos are dimmed, those are the reason the stars descend

Even the giddy stars would at some point come to a rest
Even if you have the power to shine as bright ever after
Please save ourselves from impersonating immortals
Amanda Jan 2015
I would let you fall asleep on top of me
and stroke your back
as your labored breathing
heaves your chest
up and down
on mine.
And I would twirl your hair
around my finger
while
Simultaneously
kissing your forehead.
I would
trace circles on your porcelain skin
as your eyelashes flutter
with your dreams I will never see.

Come here
and
Let me hold you;
Tightly
Longingly
Loosely but
I won’t let go,
not until
you wake up
and stir so lightly
against my chest.

But even then.
Even then.
*I’ll still be holding you.
D'Arcy Sahn Jan 2015
And now I say goodnight
To a surprisingly cheerful day
Filled with the discovery and hope
That comes with Fajita Friday
Nick Strong Jan 2015
Sleep, torn eyes wait for the darkness
Searching for signs of dreams coming
Waiting, wondering when they don't
Tired, hungry eyes looking for sheep
To jump gates that never open










Moonbeams peak between slats
Wakening, the woken
Thoughts creep towards the dawn
Side stepping any opportunity
Of resting, in the cool of dark.
Tonight,
I wished I walked amongst the stars
When sleep stays at bay
I'd glide across the wide expanse
Of heavenly jewel studded ocean
Converse with the Great Bear
Query Aquarius about moon pathways
Until then I’ll lie in wait
For first chinks of the day.
Insomnia a writers curse or a blessing?
WickedHope Dec 2014
Once He (a) was my Two A.M.,
And I tried to make him (b) my Three.

But to be honest, from Ten to Six A.M.,
It's usually just lonely ol' me.
Two and Three are different guys, to clarify.
- - -
Two A.M.
He is my wicked hope.
- - -
If you know what I'm talking about message me.
If you don't, don't waste my time please.
I need a break
Something that will take my mind

i mean to say rip my brain right out my head
sorry to graphic even for my taste

It's easy to see that I ask for your ears
But I mumble these sorry words

I will fall silent almost like a falling tree
But I am only trying to forget your feeling

upon my return is closer to being irrelevant
When I would rather not live in memory

I copy my actions from those who taught me it
The tells will be as plain as day, distant

I have made my decision
But I am lost in my thoughts

So my cure is planned,
And events will take there course

It was fun
Really it was the best
I am having writers block with a song, but when I write words it's easy. Weird. If you read this Thanks I appreciate it :)
Melanie Kate Oct 2014
The days squeeze
all the air from lungs,
all the blood from veins;
Freezing the warmth
that beats within.

Until silence
curls

around crying lips,
in the dead hours after midnight.
(c) MKD 2014
Duke Thompson Oct 2014
This insomniac act is growing old
Limbs become cold

Sat on plane little saline tears
Bead like rain on window
More sentimental ****
Sick of it
Miss you that's nothing new
Same ol me same ol you
For all my grand gilded words
I'm just a coward and a child
Remember my insomnia during the night?
The times I spent doing nothing those nights
But one night it lit up a fuse
Why don’t I put it to good use?

So I wrote this poem all night long
Kept thinking and thinking what was wrong
So it took a while to be complete
But I hope that your heart will skip a beat

Imagine me just reading this to you
With feelings and emotion that will pass through
Your heart that has emptiness inside
I’ll fill it with love that is deserved by a bride

Although this poem may be very long
But please read it through just like a song
For this contains the love from my heart
With feelings and emotions, now let me start

Sometimes it hurts me when you’re being cold
When you say I’m immature when I’m quite old
That’s why we often have a fight
That goes on forever in the night

I’m sorry for the things that I’ve done
But I’m just afraid that you’ll be gone
And I know I get mad at the things you do
But please forgive me like you always do

Cause girl you’ll always be fragile to me
But I’ll protect you with courage and glee
That’s why don’t cry when you feel fear
Just call on me and I’ll be there

To me these times are also rough
But I know together we will be tough
We'll win against those that keep us apart
Cause girl you're always in my heart

To serve and protect you just like the police
To hear your problems like your psychiatrist
To love you till death like a child’s mother
To forever take your side just like a father

With every twist and turn i miss you more
The feeling of my bed feels like the floor
But I’ll just imagine you by my side
Hand in hand in every stride

Just seeing you makes me wanna cry
But i can finally sleep now… knowing you’re nearby
After our stride you’ll kiss and tell me good night
And I’ll smile all night as i sleep by your side
A poem sent by my ex-lover the night after I broke up with him.
I was too sad, back then, while reading such heartfelt piece yet I made sure that I won't fall for it.
No, not again.
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