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GuiseOfALoner Jun 2016
Why love seems not enough?
Have I given a lot?
Or have you given me less?
Yet, it seems not enough.

Is it too much take?
I can't give you any less.
I can only give you lots.
Would you take it?

Words were spoken.
How much is true?
What does one weigh?
What does my love value?

Times were spent together.
Yet it was enough.
Here I am alone thinkin'
You could've spent more.

Sometimes love just ain't enough.
Two people fall in love.
Yet it might be unreciprocated.
Is it worth breaking?
Jeff West Apr 2016
Dot
At first I was nothing, vast without contrast.
But then I passed all that… I became a dot,
And thought the whole universe was mine
Until a line appeared!
And as that line neared me,
I feared the end of my existence.
But with persistence,
this line convinced me to come along…
So I joined, I now had momentum.
You couldn’t stop me I was all I could be!
But up ahead, another line appeared
and I feared a collision would leave me dead
so I veered left.
And became a right angle,
tangled in a web of myself
and my wealth and my worth.
I’d turned inward once,
so I thought, why not once more?
And as I did this I realized I was traveling parallel to myself, back toward the beginning of my existence.That dot I thought I once was! Suddenly I stopped
because far off to my left I saw a door
I hadn’t seen before.
So I turned inward once more toward that door,
My new destination!
And when I arrived at that door
I realized that I was not a dot,
or a line, or an angle.
I was a square! I was a shape,
give me a cape and I could be a character.
I thought, it doesn’t get any better than this!
This must be bliss this must be…
Awkwardly, I heard a knock, knock knock.
So I opened that door, expecting to find someone behind it knocking. Only all I found was another line descending downward.
So I followed that line into a blinding white space, which I assumed was hollow.
Due to the echo when I yelled
“Hello”… Hello… Hello…
“Is anyone there?”… Is anyone there?…
Is anyone there?…
Unaware of my surrounding the
line abruptly became a point
which diverged perpendicular in two directions.
I became confused as to how one became two? Still, I moved onward.
But then, when two became four I
could no longer ignore the possibility
that I was probably more than
the four corners of this square,
And when four corners became six sides,
eight points and twelve lines
I realized that I had depth!
I was not just a dot, or a line, or a square…
I was a cube! I had three dimensions dude!
And I thought, it doesn’t get any better than this.
This must be bliss this must be…
Then I heard laughter and a voice told
me to unfold myself, and I said what?
And again, quite clearly,
a voice told me to unfold myself.
So I listened, and as I did this
I realized I was not a dot,
or a line, or a square, or a cube…
I was a thought, unfolded into a cross,
accosted by love that seemingly
had nowhere else to go.
And I thought, it doesn’t get any better than this.
This must be bliss this must be…
And again I heard someone laughing
And a familiar voice asked me,
“Do you think this is it my friend?
Do you think it ends here?
Don’t you know, it keeps going!”
Hope you enjoy! Feel free to comment / critique...
Sethnicity Apr 2016
I watched her write Love on her arms
it flowed like lava as the meaning was felt
ripples of hardened flesh
with hot plasma and her cooling kiss
scratch that one off the bucket list
(codetta)

To tattoo love on my lids
finding you between the highs and mids
when the lights go off you are there
then you reappear
in the strobe and LED atmosphere
All I can do is wish... you were here too
unravel the shutters of my soul (segno)
to embrace you in a place more real
animate my memories to simulate surreal
stimulate thoughts my body can not feel
till my lids reopen to reveal a deck
used to project a black massif sunset
platters pressed with disco tech
soluvum's spun to some rung of heaven
I's reflect; eyes *****, to mirror mystery
celadon mandela murals and memory
a nebula of history (fine)

When eyes see you come (:l)

Below the surface afraid you'll run
yet steady marching to a heart shaped drum
echoing the song of the lord god capon
we've gone deaf to the celebration
Eyes close when kissing to lock in what's missing
maybe to hear the rush of blood hissing
maybe to capture the sound of oceans shifting
maybe to feel the steady rise of hills below our feat
maybe that's why we hum synchronizing our meditation
Maybe to become one symbols like wedding bell vibration
(dc al fine)
She is my York peppermint
and when I bite into her I get the sensation...
StrangeR Rufah Apr 2016
What if I die tomorrow?
Would I get a day in borrow?
Should I be grateful for this unending
sorrow?
For not letting my emptiness turn hollow.

StrangeR_**Rufah
agalwithwords Feb 2016
Once there was this song
I wrote , composed and sang
Day and night, days after days
I swayed to the sweetest melody
Who heard me, thought I was mad
But I was drunk with the ecstasy
I would get lost often in that tune
Forgetting that it may not be heard
The person who was the notes
I, who gave the words
He might be in a world, where
The music has yet to be conceived
So without knowing a thing
I sang this song to him
He seemed to be surprised
Bewildered by my caprice
He didn't know how to rise
He got struck by my cries
The only thing he could do
Is to set me free without ado
Along with my Key
I left with my melody
The song is still lying there
In the back of my memory
I don't sing it anymore
It has now become a lore
Once in a while
The tune comes alive
Only then I hymn
This lost song of mine....
Music of the hearts....
Arcassin B Jan 2016
By Arcassin Burnham

Heart of gold
she has a heart of gold,

I could put my frustrations out on everyone else
But for you,
You are my light,  my sky,
Letting my pride down easy just to see the real
Me in hopes to be with my entity as well as my
Physical and maybe see the good in me that i
Cant see but I better be on my best behavior
Around you,
I'm so glad that I found you
I hope that you could smell these roses,
She has a heart of gold,
She not one for complaining,
To sit here and watch you age and get old,
Is a teens dream he won't be missing.
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/01/running-with-you-in-fields.html
Rizka hafizoh Jan 2016
Sleepless night that slowly kills me.

Your words that always haunted me.

The feeling for you that will never fade.

My soul is missing you.
Engineer Mikay Jan 2016
Your love,
makes me hole,
Your love,
fills my soul,
Your love,
Makes me wanna be with u all day long,
Your love,
makes me write a new song,
Your love
was forever..
your love, lasted for ever after,
Your love,
never apart,
Your love,
fills my empty heart...

Truly...we cannot hide,
YOU and I collide... (,")♥('',)
R Oct 2015
I fell in love with the mornings
and waking up to breakfasts in bed
drinking coffee only you would know how to make

I fell in love with noon
and the lunches we had together
talking about the latest news over takeout

I fell in love with the afternoons
and the times we spent reading on the couch
eating every word interrupted by coffee stains

I fell in love with the nights
and our stupid little adventures
driving aimlessly and getting lost on the highway

I fell in love with the midnights
and talking to you about anything and everything
watching you stare at my mouth listening to every word

I fell in love with the moments
and everything in between the beginning and the end
wishing I could still spend them with you

I fell in love with the sound of your voice
and the feel of your existence
but I am not in love with you.
influenced by Aless D.
Destiny Fleming Sep 2015
There is no way to tell
how cold it used to be
But
Everybody wore
The sun and finding
You out there was
Standard practice.
You'd go in and close
The door behind you,
And
The man nearest you
Would
**** you back onto
The ice
and without a backward glance,
you would fall
I don’t understand
Why won’t you just
look at me? -DDF
I really enjoy this. It's not my usual.
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