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Just to hear your breath,
Even though I am literally deaf,
Oh the twinkle in your mischievous eyes,
The realization that in another world, another life,
Your mine...

It's too much,
My once great mind is,
made low, by the self-same beats of
my heart.
My love I've let you go,
Oh and I cried, that day I died,
Take me back there, let me take you back,
I want that John back,
That's reluctantly in your arms.

I am without you.
Who knew death could feel so good,
Another lonely ******,
Le petit mort,
And oh I only want more,
I find myself addicted to your absence,
Coursing through my sickened blood,
Hungry, ravenous, Like the Raven,
Nevermore,
Darling, love, dearest,
I'm listening to breakup songs,
And it's how many years since,
It's not an obsession,
Because I constantly forget,
but when I wake and take my shower,
Its your body my mind connects with,
I'm nothing, humanity, life,
there is no meaning
a void an absence,
That's why we all seek connection,
Hey if you'll understand me,
Maybe I AM something,
No, just a dream,
Fleeting among the sea,
Washed away till you are alone at shore,
Beached, frostbitten, with a lost stare,
Looking at the sky,
Dreaming up a heaven,
And that you will
take me there.
Not anymore.
K Balachandran Jun 2015
Her breath contained a signature scent, wild orchids secretly send,
a fleeting dab it was, but a swift lightening sketching the sky line
she need not speak, her mere nearness makes his heart spin like a top,
a lance dipped in honey smelling lilacs, hits there with poetic force.

Bleeding love, he is a tree bloomed before season, raining flowers,
why this, her presence or absence, an excruciating ordeal?
no green horn , his love has seen seasons, many a spring and fall.
anything physical has it's limits, this is beyond all comparisons!

The moon beams scorch him, blazing sun loses his power at noon,
poetry makes him wistful, when metaphors speak of hidden yearnings,
stop that haunting song, in a pitch high, difficult to bear it's taunt,
reminding her ,singing about her love, an ambiguous fantasy.
He wants to say 'I love you'
but only manages a 'goodnight'
because love will mean falling
and she's afraid of heights
Dallas Phoenix Apr 2015
I hurt myself the other day
Stared into the mirror
And was disappointed at what I saw

When your blood taste like coffee
for the reaper to drink
Will he ever tire
Will he ever tire chasing me?

Eyes of Eden
Are now empty field of billowing sands
But I will trick myself
Trick myself into believing that I'm okay
Paste a superficial smile on my face
SøułSurvivør Mar 2015
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**there's a place where the
heart goes . a place that
only torment knows
there's a vale where
tears are shed
it's in the
stomach and
in the head
if you've
ever been
in love
you know
this place
and you have
fallen . you've
been shoved
when winter
comes to
replace
autumn
you're
in that
place
and
there's
no
B
O
T

T


O
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In this place right now.
I can't stay on site
right now
really
hurting

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K Balachandran Mar 2015
In a spire, in the white mansion you live in a colorful dream,
but here in this dungeon, of a nightmare I am trapped in reverse time,
a secret passage will bring us together, says your incredible message
but my love, tell me how, if I am forbidden from even dreaming you?
SøułSurvivør Feb 2015
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Love is priceless

but the pain can cost you
EVERYTHING


soulsurvivor
I'm a little behind in my reading
Please forgive

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K Balachandran Feb 2015
Melancholic pale moon, lovelorn shy ******,
kept on peeping from her corner of the sky,
through the window we left deliberately open
knowing her curiosity, as detained ever, to be solitary.
Let her find out that we both didn't sleep
or remain quiet , not a moment, all night,
as the night sky responded vehemently
in celestial pyrotechnics to our delighted squeals.
lily Dec 2014
when you told me to open up for you
i gave you all of me
i gave you my body and my heart
because i love you and
i'll do anything for you
but i cant get you to open up for me
i cant break those steel gates surrounding the only thing i want from you.
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2014
Dimples on her face,
Walking long miles without her,
Pebble in my shoe.
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