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AJ Fredrickson Apr 2016
Time is running out
The clock is ticking fast
Tick tick tick
A time bomb waiting to implode
I’m just buying time
Until the hour glass has dropped its last grain of sand
No more turning it right side up and starting all over again
I don’t know how to fake it anymore
Pretend when the seasons change that she’s not on your mind
It’s spring again
The mania has returned
And I won’t stay this time
I won’t wait for the fall to come
For you to realize once again that you’ve made a mistake
Just when I think it’s over, you pull the box out again
I’ve tried to bolt it shut
I kept the key around my neck
You snuck in last night and stole it
When I woke up it was all over the floor
A picture of her flutters down
You pick it up and speak to her
You lie and say nothing was said
It’s just a secret between you and yourself
And you think if you only speak to her in your mind that it will stay that way
I’ve tried to Cauterize the wounds but you open them again and again
Leaving bigger scars than the time before
You look at me and say it’s done
Your secrets still on your breath
No matter what I do she’ll always be there
Right behind me
Breathing down my neck
— AJ Bell blogbatsinthebelfrylove
Alexandra Oct 2015
It's been raining all day
And how fitting it seems
We knew it'd happen eventually
So why am I having trouble breathing?

I watch you fall through emotions
Like the rolling thunder outside
You try to understand my mind
But oh, I've broken your heart so

I'm not sure what delusion I was in
That this wouldn't be a messy conclusion
Or that I could somehow make you understand
That loving someone doesn't mean they're best

You're no good and I know it
I'm no good though I've tried
But your touch is like ******
Toxic as it seems
It takes me higher and higher

And I've played these games for far too long
Running away from a truth I've known
So how can I be so surprised
That you lash out and scream 'why'

I dream about the day years from now
When I run into you on the street
You'll have her hand in yours
And I'll be alone
We'll catch eyes, and for a brief moment
We'll go back to those times of love and loss
But then we'll smile, and casually walk on

And that, dear man, is why I can't find the words to speak
I know this is really the end
Ryan Jun 2015
I opened up recently, and it feels
amazing.

This is the first time I can think of that I've turned to poetry out of happiness rather than anguish.

I just went back and read every poem I had ever written.

My conclusions were thus:

The thing that hurt me and caused me pain was never who I was, but rather the fear that people would see the real me.

Now, I have shown myself to all the important people, and life has gotten so much better.

I knew I couldn't be
closed
forever,
but I never expected openness to feel this good.
Q Apr 2016
I wish our past was
better than these memories
of spite, lust, and shame

*s.q.
Charlie Mar 2015
I walk outside, it's forty degrees and the grass is twinkling like your eyes do.
I stretch and sigh and feel tears ***** my eyes, the same tears that I had when I put an end to this.
So, I ran. I ran and I ran.
I ran like I was Jesse Owens and I ran like I was drunk and  I ran like I needed to be drunk.
I stopped and I cried and I sighed and I loved.
I don't love you anymore, Madison, but I did at one point.

I stopped like I stopped running and  stopped caring and stopped drinking to get rid of your smile burned into my eyes.

I met someone new, Madison, I met someone else and I'm happy now.
I'm happy without you, Madison.
I don't need to get drunk and I don't need to run.
Joseph Bucci Aug 2014
You are the one who got me to
Open my heart just to make it easier
For you to stab me where it hurts

You are the reason my days are wasted
Spent dreaming about better ones
A time when you still cared

Yet when I want to walk away from it
All the pain, all the emptiness
You blame me for leaving

You comfort my departure
With disgustingly ironic words
"I'll always be here"

Does this mean you'll be waiting
For me to change my mind
Make a mistake and come back

On the surface that sounds nice
It sounds like you don't want me to go
That after everything, you still care

But empty words are easily shattered
Unlike diamond, the surface is easily pierced
And the rotten core is revealed

You'll always be here?
You mean this desolate plain?
This ghost of a paradise you set ablaze?

You're waiting in the same
Dead end alleyway
That I'm trying to escape

The life you're giving me is not enticing
If you want me you'll have to move
Being "here" won't get you far
Feel free to tell me anything you like or dislike about how I write.  I mainly just write to vent but I am always open to improvement.
Caitie Jun 2014
the black and white notebook
perched on your bookshelf
reeks of aged blood
and insincere thoughts

does your mind
no longer prosper
the way you once described it?

you sang sweet lullabies
to the dark isle of trees
beckoning you to
distance yourself once again.

remind me why we
refuse to cry
what happened to the hope?
rejuvenation is scarce

my dear, what has it come to?
*you taught me nothing

— The End —