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emily Feb 2021
Perhaps I was born to self-destruct,
In loving what I cannot have,
For falling in love with a bittersweet dream.
A dream only half received.
You skipped over love and gave me hate instead.
The thought of you brings up a conversation,
That I am not yet ready to share.
No matter how hard I try,
I still find your presence etched onto my soul.
The memories of you still send shivers down my spine,
And the thought of your touch still wakes me up in hot sweats.
Your the cork still stuck in my throat,
Or the words and memories still too buried,
Unable to claw its way back up.
This was meant to be about still loving someone who doesn't love you and trying to make it a little happy, but my mind went somewhere else.
Boston Tueller Feb 2021
The clouds break
And the light
Shines through.

Who knew
All this time
That the light
Ezinne Jan 2021
Anger and pain in an instant all washed away,
My guilt and shame still decided to stay.

I hear it and I know I wouldn't
It calls me and I know I shouldn't.

I played it and let it play me.
I broke it, but I was the one who needed fixing.

Love and spotlight all fell at my feet,
Glory and praise all thrown at it.

Beautiful and majestic it sounds.
But within its soul, anxiety and insecurity clouds.

Once you start to play, there's no turning back.
Don't lose your focus and remember to stay on track.

Give into its sounds but ignore its calls.
This day I mark before you all.

Play wisely....
Everyone has their own way of reliving stress. My own way is music, and writing. This as well is my favorable instrument, and I desperately want to understand it and play it.
aja kay Jan 2021
when you took your life, it was your last thoughts
what will your friends say, how will they act
will the jokes go on or will the petty drama cease.
do you cause a rift in their friendship or do they grow closer because of you.
you’re grandma cries out your name, you’ve never seen her cry
is this how she reacts? Is this what she says
your younger sister, lost, alone, you left her.
she feels sick. she has no best friend.
what does she say but I don’t want to live if you don’t.
How does she react?
Do the teachers at your school care? Do they miss you. What do they say, how do they react. When you’re there one day and gone the next.
How do your cousins who are to young to understand death miss you? Do they remember you? Will they remember you?
How does your mom live with the guilt that she feels it’s on her, she cries out for help.
Is this how you want her to feel? Is that what you want her to say?

When you’re gone they can’t hear you calling out to then telling them you’re ok.
When you left the world you weren’t ok.
When you asked you’re self how would they react, you reminded yourself this was a mistake.
i wrote this to help myself one day I felt, I had no more but this helped me see the good.
Brandon Dec 2020
He holds a different, yet familiar beauty
Free of thought but full of intention
Melody and harmony dance to his voice
Powerful tenderness held in his eyes,
With gentle strength in his hands
All leaving me silent, in awe
HAPPINESS

Happiness
is clearly
programmed
to live in you,

but you must
absolutely
leave room in
your heart
and head for
it to bring you
what it must
bring you.

Happiness is
free seed sow
and reap it.

Happiness alone
doesn't make
living good life
we need a  
dose of some unconditional love.
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