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Annie Jul 2015
Up above the sky,
And then back to my heart,
There is not a thing,
Which can ever fix my heart,

Deep into the ocean,
And then back to your cruel mind,
There is nothing - just nothing
Which can ever be less kind,

But today when I smile,
It's all because of you,
For a thousand years and more,
Darling, I have loved you.
Arpan Rathod Jul 2015
She was mesmerizing him all the way from death to life.
From his reality to her lies.
Looked like she was saving him.
From that darkness where light was dim.

It looked real but it was fake.
It was sweet but not a cake.
On her, He forgot to do a reality check.

He realized, she was not real.
It was now all clear,
Nothing left to conceal.

It wasn't love at all.
She knowingly made him fall.
It was her arrogance that she left.
Abandoned his heart and life that she kept.
He wept and wept and wept and wept.

Then once again, an angel came.
He thought that she's playing a game.
But she was real, she was the one.
He tried to run from what's already done.

He fell, Fell harder.
And got caught.
Caught by her, realized he still has heart
in that slot.

She healed his hurt, and mended him.
Brighten the light which had gone dim.
He could see the love of his life.
The one whom he wanted to make his wife.

He got to know that love can hurt and love can heal.
It is something not everyone can feel.

His story ends now.
I take a bow.
A poem on every poet's life.
Annie Jun 2015
She looked at him with philia
As if she stood a chance
In her bedroom, she created a world
A dream of New York, Rome and France

All she wanted was him,
But she poetized her love on papers,
Like a child tells a pet,she wrote
"Darling,I will fight it like a scrapper."

She longed for a peek from him,
For, in him, her world dwelled
And when saw him beamishing,
All over again in love ,she fell

Then one day he went away,
Over the seas, over the bay,
She mourned ,lamented,
And finally gave way,

In her last breath she said,
**"I am strong and I could still fight,
I had regarded him as my life,
But I want to see him one last time."
Mariana Legaspi May 2015
Here's the deal girl,
you can avoid all the drugs in the world, and in the parties politely say "no" whenever they offer you some, but i'm going to warn you about other addictions
I'm going to warn you about the things nobody tells you about, hell, some might even tell you to do it; I'm going to tell you about falling in love
It feels like a drug, and don't get me wrong, it's awesome, to see someone smile because of you, to get lost in the eyes of your loved one.
And this starts simple, you don't even notice you fell until you are falling apart, this starts with you liking someone's laugh, and so, (because you want to hear it again) you tell that person jokes, and then it goes the smile, which is going to be the most beautiful smile in the hole world. Then you start thinking about kissing that beautiful smile
After a while, is the eyes, oh those beautiful eyes, it's like christmas every time they see you with those deep eyes. Then you start wanting his eyes all over you everyday.
And someday you're going to start noticing whenever his tone changes, and girl, beware, because this is the high point of the drug, you start to notice everything, every move he makes, every breath he takes
Girl, beware
Because nothing can destroy you as much as overthinking at 3am why you weren't enough, or how could he possibly choose another one, girl kisses aren't contracts, presents aren't promises
eyes **** and boys are drugs
Belle Victoria May 2015
the days in the summer were lovely
the days in the winter were bitter and cold

everyday Im getting a little older
it's getting harder to remember the last night I was sober

I wanted to beg you to come home
that I miss you so much, it hurts, that I need you
my heartbeat is raising whenever I hear your voice
you still drive me crazy, everyday again

falling in love with you over and over
and I cant even imagine what life was like without you
without your laughter, without your touch, your being

I can call you my everything but yet for the world it means nothing
I just need to hear from you that you are mine and only mine
because if you want to be mine I will be yours, forever

young stupid and in love maybe these are the right terms for us
it makes me sad that we can't be ourselves when others are looking

maybe they should close their eyes forever
so it can just be you and me

a tragic story starring you and me
I wish I could write a book
It would be about me and you
It wouldn't be perfect no book is
It will have fights
And arguments
Love scene that will make your heart sing

I wish we were a song
The lyrics would be cheesy
Because the way I feel
About you is so cheesy

I wish we could last forever
Our pages and lyrics grow and grow
If we were a book
We would have a happy ending
If we were a song
We would be that cheesy happy love song

But we aren't a book or a song
So its unwritten
I don't know where it will go
Or how it will end
Im just going to let our story write its self
And hope you feel the same
Tolani Agoro Apr 2015
When our bones are aching
And our bodies are tired
And we've said all that can be said
I'll roll over to your side of the bed
And hug you in utter silence
And give a sweet smile
As you envelope me in utter silence
Until we disappear into dust
And become lost in time
And our love story, a legend for generations to tell.
My kind of love story
Mercury Chap Apr 2015
Long ago that day
A song crawled in my ear
Kissing the sunset in a pray
The sweetest sweetest one you could hear.

Better than at a breaking dawn
Farewelling the sun
Awn and awn
It folded my heart as the horizon run
Out of light of the drowning spot
There was something different
It was a melancholy strain, a lot.

The beautiful waves
Warped my tears
Pulling my legs
Closer to itself for me to clearly hear.

Blindly my way was made
By the voice my conscience afore-bade
When it first pricked my ears
With a farewell so beautiful,
So sad it brought out my tears,
To the shine going cuticle
'Tis a song better than at dawn
I hoped it went awn and awn and awn.

At the tip of mount
She sat
Knees on ground
Her beautiful lips suddenly spat
Infuriating tone cursing the winds
It wasn't a song it was a chit-chat
With someone for her heart stings.

Familiar her tone was
Long ago described by my mother
The old singer knelt down was
Someone whose tale had shuddered
My heart, my soul
This old lady
Once in a baby princess's role
Now sitting in dark shady
Sunset, was crying and wailing at them
Who destroyed her as they blasphemed
Her holy euphoria,
Her only joyful memoria.

The night darkens
And the story flashes
Of no Romeo no Juliet in their pretty garden,
But countless stars beating hardens
Not life of two but the whole universe
Let me start it with a violent verse....

(continued in Chapter 2)
I am writing a ballad which would have chapter/parts. I hope you like them.
Annie Apr 2015
Christopher
Still thinks of her
He keeps blaming himself
He can't imagine a life without love


He keeps thinking about that night
When nothing went according to his might
He has to suffer
For she was his only pride


This loss is a tragedy
His life is so lost in all this agony
If only she was here
He must have felt like a king after victory


The city lights make no difference
So around his heart,he builds a fence
People all around crack jokes
As he seems to be losing his sense


He shouts but no one to hear the cries
He calls her name as in Heaven,she sighs
He wonders if there's a way,
So at night in the dark, up in sky, he flies
For people who have lost someone to death or to life.
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