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aya Jun 2021
the hardest part of loving someone isn’t the part where you let go of them – it’s letting go of the future that was supposed to be
broke up with him last week and somehow, i miss the feeling of talking to him and getting butterflies but it is what it is :')
Siji S Ram Jun 2021
When I'm gone before you,
Forget all the bad times we've had,
Remember only the best moments,
And smile that all of them happened.

When I'm gone before you,
Forget all the struggles I've had in life,
Remember only my victories and achievements,
And smile that my struggle has ended eternally.

When I'm gone before you,
Forget and forgive all the wrongs I've done to you,
Remember only the goodness in me, if any,
And smile that we got to know each other.

When I'm gone before you,
Forget the worry about my loss,
Remember to realise that I'm no more in pain,
And smile that I'm content wherever I am.
Smiles and laughter that you gave me
Has filled my wallet in full
Still, weighing feathery
Pocketed in the armoires of soul
Ready for every move !!

In my lone walks under all weathers
Hidden deep under the tides of heart
Protected from sun and moon lit world
Bundled in possessiveness I shield my wallet !!

Smiles I preserve has erased my pain
Giving me zeal to live , self assured !!
But you, who gifted me this treasure
Do you even remember me ??
Lily Priest May 2021
She wanted to travel
Unravel the world
Like famous explorers
Who's wandering was all the will to ask
If there was anything beyond the horizon
That they could see.

Now shes everywhere -

Frozen stare, pigtails and grey red uniform,
Tie needling south with the straightness of a compass
And shes lost.

Where is she?
Everywhere anyone turns
Trapped in the undergrowth
Where cans and cat **** go to pasture
Her wrinkled smile
Is caked onto the branches
Paper machet - ed and as brittle
As an old map.
She breaks apart like bread crumbs
That will never lead her home.

Have you seen her?
Not tumble weeding her news
Across the m2
Or pinned to a lamppost
Weeping her ink into the missing
like a watercolour.

Have you spied her?
Not tied with weak ribbon
to brown stalks who's little
Notes speak of hope
And other things, like Angel's and innocence,
The innocence shes frozen in.

Can you find her?
Not hopefully
Flying her flag of the forgotten
On the tv
Budget crew
Remaking her last seen
With shaking cameras
And discount queens of the smaller screen
Hoping for Hollywood.

Is there a tangible
Left to her name
Thrown as it has been across
State lines, and small places
That only the locals know.
She has Columbus - ed the globe
And she only left home
Walked down her drive
And disappeared.
Diljeev May 2021
On a rare starry night
dead silence prevailed,
with them all unsheathing
their very own plight.
The moon turns envious,
as she appears in sight,
for it is but a torn kite
before she in her own right.
She turns her records on,
echoing in the silence,
let the humming commence,
all are safe and all are sound thence.
As they all sink in the tune
She confides in the moon,
in the planned secrecy,
she confesses how she
loathes his absency,
even more than
she loathes to admit this.
Mary Magdalina Apr 2021
The flowers bloom and another day passes,
Summer comes again.

I walk and walk without a destination
Because,
Eventually there is an end.

Times that dazzled
Times that won’t ever come again.

Days that were so long,
That I walked through them with tears.

I love them all.
Because you and I are here
It becomes a memory.

Your smile that warmly blossomed for me,
My sad heart that couldn’t bear show you
I love them all
Because ,

You and I are here
It becomes a Memory.
I miss your eyes on me,
And I can’t sleep,
Your voice in my head,
Unable to think,
The mist and the tears,
I can’t decipher between;
And another glass sits empty.

I’m blank of meaning
Without any ideas to say,
Just tell me if I’ve been pushed
From your mind already
Because the silence
Has taken me to an asylum,

And when I yell to the breeze against my face
Barely alive and disregarding speed limits,
I wonder if the lyrics I speak
Tear you to pieces
As they do me,
Since they speak truth better than my own.

When did you forget me?
It’s degrading to only know
By feeling,
And not by telling.
I can taste the sulfur
In the air tonight.

Why didn’t you warn me?
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