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Wind Lass Jan 2018
i let the corner of your wedding dress
fall from my hands as you told me not to stand
your eyes held mine with a tiredness
politely you bid me goodbye for one last time
there are no songs for the broken heart that comes
when you lose lifelong friendship and love

i don't know how to write this one
i don't know how to write this one
i don't know how

wasted so much time looking for where it was first broken
i was wrong, you were wrong, i was wrong, you were wrong
i've tried to claim all the fault as mine
my sobbing apologies echoing that parking lot
but there's been no healing in taking that responsibility
i was given up long before my dishonesty
i still wake in agony of tears
longing for you and all we've lost

i don't know how to write this one
i don't know how to write this one
i don't know how

tears race silently as i listen to news of you
the torn corn bleeds fresh
deep within me the parts you nurtured
rattle and scrape broken while my hands reach
i'm reminded  "you only break her heart,
she doesn't want you there"
"i don't want you there. I don't want you" she said
my reaching falls again and I know my place

i don't know how to write this one
i don't know how to write this one
i don't know how

they told me this is growing up
loving each other till its not enough
that its okay to say goodbye
people they change and promises break all the time
it doesn't change the love you have
it doesn't make it all something bad
i'm sorry, I know my faults, and I'm so sorry
you have been a great love of my life
be happy be free my sister my beloved

i don't know how to write this one
i don't know how to write this one
i don't know how
This is a song I wrote after your wedding. I don't think Ill ever be okay with it.
**** sensibility
I need sensitivity
emotions
that pour
as black
as tar
from
the ashes
of our complexity.
Niklaus Jul 2017
She's the daughter of a noble
Her images were unforgettable
Warmness covered my skin
Once she starts to touch mine
Her lips are richer than roses
Words purer that any slates

But she sleeps on her capacity
She wounds other's esteems
Then she blames and destroys
And I tried to hold onto her tightly
words tried to remind her worth

yet,
She responded by storming out
Perhaps caught an aeroplane
Leaving me standing at the shore
She ran away with her heart
I was left empty, hoping for her
But the sunset settles down

so it ends,

                            au revoir
july hearne Jun 2017
just about a year ago
you were unpacking my delusional suitcase

it was a carry-on

i had thought
i had just gotten back from hollywood
i had just come back to something good

i dreamt you were unpacking my delusional suitcase
i had thought you were saying:

"come to, un-be-comely
come to my loneliness
you'll get hired

come along to my loneliness
come around to my loneliness

you'll talk too much and
you'll get nowhere"

just about a year ago
i had thought i had come back
to something good

it was a carry-on
it didn't last long
instant coffee
INFP
Sixto Rodriguez
knows i'm lonely

he knows i'm lonely
Xan Abyss Apr 2017
Panasoffkee, Florida
Dressed in green and gold
Strangled with a 36 belt
Her corpse a whole month old

Rotting beneath the water
Nobody knew her body
Paul John Knowles
Was out on parole,
Could he be the killer at fault here?

Who was Miss Panasoffkee?
What happened to Constantina?
Found submerged in a river
Nameless and missing forever

Could she be an escapee, a runaway from Greece?
Fleeing her cruel husband as a romantic refugee?
Perhaps the world will never know
Perhaps we'll never see
Who the real identity may be
of Miss Lake Panasoffkee
Based on a 40+ year old cold case.
Jon Edwards Nov 2016
Jane, by now we all know you're not Taylor
And you don't have to be her
If you want Weller,
You have to be the other

But with me, you can be whoever
'Cause I'm your friend, Jane
You can be crazy, silent, fierce or clever
I'll never take away your sane

Jane it's not a perfect world
You don't have to cover all your tattoos
It's part of who you are
And if you don't want them
We can laugh about them for hours

Cause Jane, the best way to cry is to forget
And the best way to forget is to laugh
So let your emotions summerset
And don't stop until you feel better than just enough

You don't need a shepherd Jane
You are your own wolf
I know there is no one to blame
So go ahead, Jane.. Become! You are shatterproof!
Lunar Nov 2016
a lady of colorful blood
prepped in white uniform
she'll put your heart back together
whenever you feel down or torn

she deeply loves a boy
as if he's from her books
way past his words and actions,
way past his looks

ointments of her embrace
and her medicinal laughter
she dreams and doesn't know it
but she's already a doctor

sometimes her puns are die-worthy
yet sometimes they give life
she cures with her compassion
and bandages the strife

people give her their sadness
in return, is happiness, she gave
all will be unnumbered--
those lives which she saved

i liken her to the sun
i liken her to the stars
i liken her to the brightness
outshining the scars of dark hearts

she's no plain jane
she's no ordinary girl
i brought her into my life
and she brought healing to my world
this one is for jane, one of my closest, and literally the closest because we're in the same university. i love you so much jane richelle. especially on my birthday this year; without you i would've been a little down but you picked me right back up! i love you. thank you for being my friend and my healing!
brandon nagley Sep 2016
(Greek version)
i.
Eínai énas pylónas;
sto naó tou Theoú.

ii.
Aftí eínai dikí mou flitzáni;
Tha xecheilísei me agápi.

iii.
Eímai geráki tis;
Tis aftí eínai i dikí mou peristéri.

iv.
Eínai dikó mou ángelo;
fterotó éna parapáno.


(English version)

i.
She is the pillar;
In the temple of God.

ii.
She is mine cup;
I overflow with love.

iii.
I am her falcon;
Tis she's mine dove.

iv.
She is mine angel;
Winged one above.

©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedicated(agapi mou)
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Mine- means ( my) archaic form.
Tis- it is
brandon nagley Aug 2016
Inly, she defines what a soulmate is. Divinely; timely she rewinds the time, so thy soul is fixed in bliss. On earth, stuck; confined in Limbo, trapped behind window's amiss.
O' to her abode; I wish.

In this beating blood holder, the beats bounce a skip, I want her grip to hold and stride; I hold inside patience, as tears hold back the time.

Erelong, ourn spirits wilt pervade, two silhouettes of a light that never Set's; a romance eternal, one that shalt not fade, romantics of poet's pages, where ourn love stretches every page, every stage of living comes with smiling faces.
Holy being's, with an undying
Age.

Sage wilt rise in secret places,
Smoke aroma; roses go unwasted.
Glory, glory, none more waiting
Stations, I'll await with patience;
As with patience
Only good
Thing's
Come.

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication( agapi mou)
Inly- inwardly ( archaic form).
Fixed- secured, fastened..
Amiss- out of place, wrongly.
Abode- house, Home.
Stride-walk with long, decisive steps in a specified direction.
Erelong- before long.
Wilt- will.
Pervade-
(especially of a smell) spread through and be perceived in every part of.
Ourn- our.
Unwasted- not wasted
brandon nagley Aug 2016
Avaunt, avaunt, I want to be,
Betwixt thy kiss, where
Ocean's roar; as
Studded door's
Open to the
Love I need.

An aye from thou
An aye from me;
I needeth mine
Filipino queen.

Thro the sorrow Jane
I'll be waiting, thro
The morrow; this
Heart will be racing.

Pumping each second,
Awaiting thy touch;
Craving thy face,
O' the yearning
Is much.

Time is so slow
When we art
Many sea's
Away;

But I'll get
To thee
Somehow,
The morrow----------if not the morrow;

I'll try again another day.

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley ( agapi mou) dedicated
Avaunt- away.
Aye- yes.
Thou, also thee- means(you).
Mine- my.
Needeth- need.
Thro- means (through )archaic wise.
Morrow- next day, tomorrow.
Betwixt- between.
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