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Joshua janke Oct 7
Sorrow swirls in the shell that I am
Was already broken before we began
Cracks only noticed if you doubletake
Pieces of me held together by tape
no one could see the facade was great
Finally I think I wont  hesitate
This is the first day I walked through my  gate Since losing myself through tragic mistakes Then by what must have been fate
I stumbled onto a girl hunched by a  lake with no expression on her face  
pieces of her scattered all over the place
I asked her how long has it been this way?
A tiny voice shaking with fear
Said as long as I remember
You See this lake is my tears
I state one this size must take many years  you would a been a child where was your  Mom  during this dear?
The small voice replies She was drinking her beers . Chasing a man she didn't even notice that I was crying began.  And It's my fault in the end  there's no denying before me mommy was happy.
I stop her right there and say this just can't be true why would think that way
I get no reply the small voice went silent
Still waiting to die . Then I say it louder why is this inside of your head did you think it up yourself or is it something someone said.
She replied more quite then before
Mom told me herself one night on the floor
She came home drunk and alone
I loved nights like these bc after I rubbed on her feet  I got I lay next to her untill we fell asleep . I thought she liked it to then she told me it was my fault.
I listened and thought wow I'm such a coward took me so long to face the world bc image is my power . That night we spoke for what seemed like hours.
That was one of her many  sad sad encounters  this woman never felt any joy or excitement for over  30 years she took on others burdens  and liked it. Because she thought it was her role
I couldn't handle hearing this anymore
I started grabbing up all the parts that I could see. Trying to piece her together my tape at her seams I kept pulling more from from every part i could see then i started to drop parts of myself  thoughts of what if people see me not whole, wait this girl needs my help. Picked up my parts as the dropped put them in my pocket she has been sad to long it's time for me to stop it. She started to stand she was almost all together this was my plan . I wanted to give her the rest of her life never feeling any of that pain or strife All the pieces found,but one I  frantically searched in the sand where is it ? It's not here how can I keep my promise? Her smile was my goal I told her that honest . Her last part was gone she thanked me and said that I tried it was enough. Just take the tape back this gesture had touched her but can't feel it inside . The part that was missing was her heart. I had used all my tape and pockets where full . I came so close to seeing her glow . I couldn't stop now she needed to know life has moments that are more precious than gold I wanted to show life h . Said you will take the burden of others as long as they ask well take mine as a  final request . I want you to live your life to the fullest and try your very best
Never loose that smile please stay focused I will be rooting for you then I reached in my chest pulling my heart out I felt it's final beat . Placed in in her and it fit perfectly I could see that the rhythm of her new heart was well it was me . I smiled and said now your complete
Joshua janke Oct 7
Asked me to never leave ,
Said you just wanted love
Your past made it hard  to believe
My past had me giving up
I wanted you to see
That you where always enough
So I Reopened my scars
And started to bleed
My past mishaps
The hidden history
Ripping them open
For you, but the world's could see
Still not enough because
Your trauma ran deep
Filled with insecurities down to the core
Your beauty unique and I needed more
The cost to succeed
Is fabled in lore
Wanted to be your Hercules
Struggles I endured
As new scars where taking form
I started feeling weak
Realizing in that moment
To save you would mean loosing me
I start to think
maybe I should walk away
Then your words clearly rang
You asked me to never leave
So your hero I will stay
It took every drop I had
When I had nothing left
you rose like a queen
Filled with my love
You started to leave
In your eyes you conquered the beast
No hero came Your enemy was me
Joshua janke Oct 7
You where the
Shining hope that
Brought me back to life
You filled the hole
in my heart
Just right
from the start
It was a perfect fit
Then
A nightmare hit
When I thought
I love my kids
I feel so sick
I had a family
Loved them
Thought she
Was ride or die
Never once did
It Cross my mind
That she would
Leave me behind
I realized
Fear in my eyes
Repeating the pain
Stuck in rewind
After that
I stayed in disguise
Love hidden through lies
Forgetting you and I
Are separate you couldn't
See my hearts true intentions
And I Couldn't hear
any of your questions
Begging  me why
Or see tears in your eyes
Years of repetition
Left you traumatized
I'm sorry that
My inability to change
Changed your view
Witch changed the way
You shaped To fill the hole
In my heart
You where a perfect fit
Right from the start
But today is different
I played the biggest part
I Just  damaged while
you helped me grow
I wish I could manage
Just to let  you know  
When you vanished
I faced the fear alone
I'll never cover up
A fear with a lie
It took me letting you go
To open my eyes
Now I have to live
the rest of my life
Knowing I caused
The demise of some one
That fit me so perfect
I hope that in time someone
Shows you your worth it
This is the goodbye
I don't want but
You deserve it
N Jul 4
twelve thirty-something in my sister's apartment
a moment of dancing and your lips met mine
tequila-stained breath and the sound of them talking
all disappeared at that moment in time.
Chocolate brown eyes and with a gaze I got lost in
What does this mean? Who is this guy?
your hands on my waist and the feeling of fire
all disappeared when you said goodbye.
Six months later you walk up my driveway
hands in your pockets, hair freshly done
lost in my sheets we spend half the day
How could this be? Is he the one?
One year later, we share the same bedroom
i sleep every night my head tucked in your arm
people's assumptions, is this happening too soon?
that feeling of fire is a slow constant warm.
You know all my secrets, we share the same hairbrush
we go and buy groceries, we laugh through the aisles
i know that I’ve said I’ve loved once before
but day after day you heal my inner child.
You hold my heart like it’s glass in your hands
Delicate and soft, precious as diamond
They always told me true love is worth waiting for,
but I never thought this was how I would find him.
I am yours in mind, and body, and soul
I’ll go through this life holding your hand in mine
and when our bones turn weary and old
when our breaths slow down and we know that it’s time
I’ll die smiling knowing I lived this life with you
we shared the best and the worst of our days
And when we depart I know I won’t miss you;
In every lifetime, I’ll love you this way.
Friends walk side-by-side
when you need them most
as woes tug at your sleeve
or tackle you from behind
they're there to halt the fall
until you're ready
ready to face the rising sun
as the curtains open on a new day
that is not overwhelming anymore
Written Tuesday 13th June on a warm summers day at 13:55 in the afternoon. I just let the words flow, no pre-planning. I often find my best works just materialise without serious thought, but when I act upon my feelings and instinct at the time of writing.

Copyright Joshua Reece Wylie 2023
Love is a smile or a hug,
making someone a cup
of tea. Love is holding hands,
intimate massages,
offering support.

Love is early morning kisses,
making breakfast
in bed. Love is complete understanding, long conversations
and telling truths.

Love is a connection of the heart,
making a long journey. Love is
forever enduring, always receiving,
helping others.

Love is a word (or two),
making joint decisions,
love is unspoken -
sometimes soundless
or confidently loud.

Love is intimate, love
is kind, it's those late
phone calls. Love is unwavering,
intimate stares,
delicate yet strong.

Love is more than ****** intimacy,
it's keeping a
life promise. Love is sacred -
beautifully pure,
love is holy.

Love is all of these qualities.
so before you love -
remember them.
©️ Joshua Reece Wylie 2021
Nostalgia comes in shades of blue,
brown, and pirate's purple.
There are t-shirts and dresses
in these colours out on display.
Through the glass it isn't the mannequins
but the remnants of those little boys and girls I see.
I remember the day we lost a beachball
to the strong gushing wind; she wore yellow.
I remember the day we walked upon planks
pretending as though it were fire beneath; he wore green.
Nostalgia also comes in shades of yellow,
green, and pirate's purple.
This is a little poem that I'd written in memory of my childhood, the friends I had and have whose faces are the same but are different now. I'd written this poem, it being the first thing that came to my mind when I read the word 'nostalgia'. Comments, critisism welcome. :)
Annabelle Aug 2020
The little deity that demands to be worshiped
It fills your soul with it's potent fragrance
Kings and queens are brought to their knees
By this little deity

The purest of souls becomes the darkest abyss
Controlled and empowered for its purpose
Breaking free is not an option
Underestimate not the power of this deity

This deity relishes the torment it gives
Playing on weaknesses
Poking and provoking
A volcanic eruption

For this spontaneous deity
Comes and goes at whim
In uncontrollable bouts
Preying on it's unsuspecting victims

Inside its shrine weapons are created
Killing and destroying
Like a fire breathing dragon
Consuming all in it's path

When this deity is done
Regrets and emptiness are left in its wake
With you crumbling to your knees
The extent of damages unfolds.
Tanya May 2020
Let's talk about life.
Talk about pain.
About the scars and let them speak.
Let the cuts of the heart speak
the story of the lines in your wrist.
Let silence fill the place. let dance in between the nakedness of words
That cut the throat and spread colors of sadness until someone young with the same broken soul come to hold your hand and to talk about tragedies and sing pretentious poetry and make your skin dance in the glass. In the same understandably manner and let watch **** and in the morning when they need you most leave them with the naked body and create one more heartbreak. one more grief.
let create the happy face that no one gets to know How eyes ache in the closed room Where tears break the soul and let see everyone weep, let walk and run from everything that makes you feel the rain. And when the boy who lives next to me, tried to attempt suicide some days before. And said to me why are you so sad And smile like heaven and he continued let make love and get attached but not in name of love and create more love and love every day and one day I'll
Vacated your heart. And give me one more chance to break your courage to live. Just one more chance to destroy your essence and one more chance to make love with you and one more chance so I can leave your life with tragedy.
and He is too kind to me.
Alison May 2020
✧She smelled of flowers and vanilla✧
✧Late at night you could hear her;✧
✧She'd sing to herself quietly✧
✧Just like her daddy always did,✧
✧If you'd look close enough✧
✧You'd see the tears in her eyes✧
✧And the storm in her heart.✧
✧She'll never admit it,✧
✧But she does deeply miss him.✧
I keep filling my real life pages with poems,but i don't post any of them because i have this feeling that they're not good enough..
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