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nav Oct 2017
As I wait , for this moment to pass , this day, this month , this year ,this life .

It feels like forever autumn inside my heart .

The longing the waiting and brittle drying dreams ,

The harshness of the reality , taking away my hopes one by one .

My soul changing colours , fading , withering , dying .

I'm waiting my love , I'm still waiting
With this autumn in my heart.

Balancing a dream on my tired eye lashes .
Hoping one day I'll be able to see you,
Hold you and feel you and tell you.
How much I've loved you all my life .
Even through the darkness , and the storms ..
I'll love you till the end ,
With this autumn inside my heart .
DeathDrayanD Oct 2017
Hello there, stranger
Could I give you a hand?
You don't know where that is?
Let me show you then!

I gave you directions
You left with the advice I had lent
We exchanged numbers
I had made a friend

Oh, my friend
We hung out together
Met in your house
Talked all day when times got rough

Oh, my friend
You are everything I wanted to be
Inspiring, cheerful and brave
But everything changed when you caved

We were telling our secrets and lies
We were laughing at one another
We thought about our future
Everything, together

Oh, my friend
I never knew
I never knew that you were breaking
Deep inside where you were shaking
The life you had been faking
I never knew

Oh, my friend
I thought I was the one to depend on
The friendship we had our hands on
It's wasn't the truth for you
You were trying to befriend me
Building blocks to set you free

Oh, my friend
You tried to escape from your prison
Broke free of your shackles
But it was too late
The guards surrounded you
And there, you met your end

Oh, my friend
Probably a song
Bryan Oct 2017
SITTING, staring patiently
debating taking silent leave
to heave my bones toward reprieve
and shake off all that's shaking me.
SITTING, staring patiently
I see the demon's point in me.
I see it shine, I see it weep,
and see it when I go to sleep,
LAYING, waiting patiently.
Horribly, these foggy dreams
do less to please
than psyche needs.
I feel a presence gazing me.
LYING, waiting anxiously.
Now here it is debasingly
teasing me insatiably,
promising my every need:
LYING, hiding everything.
What do we call this foul disease?
This object overtaking me?
A spoon and needle ****** me.
LOSING, hiding everything.
Ili Norizan Oct 2017
I've been missing him,
At random hours of the day,
Sometimes late at night,
Other times early in the morning,
And on rare occasions,
During an important meeting;

I've been missing him,
His way of loving,
That attention he's given,
And all the questions he'll bombard me with,
Even when there's no relevance,
To our current conversation,
But that's just his way of showing,
Love or something similar to that feeling;

I've been missing him,
Although not as much lately,
But only because I've been really busy,
Still whenever I see his name while scrolling,
I can't help but wonder why we're no longer speaking,
Was it all just a dream?
Did I fall in love with him,
But for him it wasn't the same?

I've been missing him a lot,
The feelings, they come in waves that I cannot stop,
So I continue to miss him,
Day in and day out,
He's all I can think about,
Even he doesn't miss me or what we had,
Because he never intended to stay from the very beginning.

@byizn
You still mean so much to me, Umar.
Lara Oct 2017
Today I decided to be happy
So I woke up immediatly after my alarm clock went of,
wore my yellow polka dot dress,
made funny faces in the mirror while brushing my teeth,
ate breakfast untill my bely was full,
tried to smile at every stranger
and hummed along to my favourite song.

But it didn't work
for I was not happy in my soul.
It was still there, in the back of my mind,
how you kissed her
as if you were drowning and she was the oxygen.

I will never get to lose that sight.

l.h.
Lara Oct 2017
I'm losing them.

The endless walks

where we made up songs to entertain ourselves.

The boring car rides

where we annoyed each other to **** the time.

The late evenings

where we whispered our darkest and deepest secrets

-that now don't matter anymore- to each other.

The big promises and the silly bets

we made with our pinks.

The little contests in the park, at school, at home, in the streets, everywhere.

I didn't see how much those moments meant to me.

Until I realised that I'm slowly

losing them.

l.t.
This one is for my sister who's getting married soon
Katherine Smith Sep 2017
I think in fragments.

Half-sentences, rushed together.
Incomplete.
Human.

You think in beautiful rhymes and phrases.
Sewn together with careless precision.
Perfect, godlike.

How could I have ever hoped for us to last?
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