i’ve been thinking about
how to fill this
blank space,
to fill this
missing piece,
to fill this
hole in my soul
in my heart,
to fill this
tear in my heart
to finally mend this poor soul

but,
how can i feel these spaces
these empty holes
these emptiness in my
heart
if you,
your face,
your eyes,
your lips,
your smile,
your back,
your laugh,
the softness of your hair
and the cold spot beside me
in the bed
are the only thing i can
think about?

Autumn Jan 11

I'm an old toy.

Waiting in your chest.
And I'm trying my best.
But these feelings won't rest.

You pull me out of hiding.
When your new love is dying.

Your new toy breaks.
And I'm yours to take.

I'm your second best.
Only wanted in times of distress.

So what happens to you?
When I finally break too?

I'm not an old toy.
I'm your old toy.

Sometimes you just feel like someone's old toy. So many good times together, but no time spent with one another.

I wanted to tell you I’ve been here before
That I’ve found homes in other hearts
And in other sets of brown eyes
This all wasn’t new
I wanted to tell you that I’ve heard it all before
The way you call me beautiful
And the way you say my name
The way you call me yours
I wanted to tell you to go
Save me the time
Save me the bricks to build another wall
Save me the miles of me driving to you then turning around bc I remembered
you weren’t my home anymore
Save my heart the pain
But instead, something told me to ask you to stay

AJai Jan 2

Midnight cries,
A pillow filled with tears.
You left me way to soon.

Two months ago yet it feels like it happened yesterday.
I miss you everyday!

By A_Jai

Short poem
Stewie Jan 1

I'm afraid to say those three words,
it's not what you expect.
I don't want them to lose their meaning,
so I try and change the subject.

I think about you all the time,
you're always on my mind.
I think I'm falling for you boy,
you've got my heart in a bind.

The way you shift your car in gears,
how you smoke your cigarette...
The way you say my name,
puts me in a sweat.


I. Miss. You.

I don't want to overuse "I miss you"
Amanda Dec 2017

You do not know this
But you are the reason why
I gave up on love

Foxy Liisu Dec 2017

Why did you leave me my 4 legged friend
I thought you will stay with me
Little me in the past saw you die
She will never unsee that happen
I miss you
Whiteout you in my bed
I feel lonely
More of you die
The more I am scared
Fear at home
Not a great feeling
But why did you leave
If I didn't let you outside
You would be next to me
Please come back
I would do everything
To be with you again

BlackHeart Dec 2017

And just like that..

I no longer hear from you..

Aaron LA Lux Dec 2017

I still long for you,
no time too long no distance too great,
still out here writing my heart out in these verses,
on these pages as the war rages sounding cliche,

still going to fancy pants dance parties,
although I’m not sure exactly why,
because while everyone’s on the middle of the dance floor,
I’m alone in a comfortable corner writing these lines on the side,

and we both know I try to substitute you,
with all these other girls,
but I told you before for you there’s no substitute,
because these other girls are just “other girls”,

they are not you,
they do not understand our artistic plights,
that’s why when they ask what I’m writing about,
I don’t even want to attempt to try and reply,

but if I do reply when they ask what I’m writing,
as I’m in that comfortable corner writing these lines on the side,
I either abbreviate my emotions by simply stating I’m writing poems,
or if I do go into detail I just tell them a lie,

I tell them,
I’m writing about the world,
when really,
the truth is all I’m writing about is you,

in solitude,
not trying to be rude,
I’d just rather be alone writing these poems,
than be with any other girl other than you,

in a solitary confinement of my own design,
because I locked my heart away and lost the key,
then found that surprisingly you’d found the key,
now you’re the only one that can break my heart free,

because,

I still long for you,
no time too long no distance too great,
still out here writing my heart out in these verses,
on these pages as the war rages sounding cliche,

still going to fancy pants dance parties,
although I’m not sure exactly why,
because while everyone’s on the middle of the dance floor,
I’m alone in a comfortable corner writing these lines on the side…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

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