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The Dybbuk Apr 2017
People like to talk about love,
But only when they say it made them feel.
I once thought that I could live for one,
When it was over I knew it wasn't real.
We wipe our keyboards with ******, melting hearts,
And put them on the web for all to see.
Nobody ever stops to think and realize,
"The only one I've ever loved is me".
I may very well be a psychopath,
But I think we know that love is drug abuse.
Love is just a label for a feeling,
That's meant to make us **** and reproduce.
R Arora Dec 2015
For my wonderful sister.*

These moments of togetherness,
That we share,
Will soon be lost,
Like time in our hands.
It’s sure to occur,
And bound to be gone.
And so, they become, memories of past.
Leaving us with a longing of remembering it,
Again and again,
Till last.

Some feelings are complex,
Can’t be understood by all,
Like our relation.
However at each other,
We might vex,
In the deep, deep bottom of heart,
We both have an ocean of love,
In camouflage of pond.

I never thanked you right in your face,
Faked an attitude of solace.
But you don’t know,
How much I cried,
After a fight,
When you said-
Our relation has died.
You would not talk to me,
I remember;
Much significantly.

It was always me,
Who broke the silence.
At times, I cursed my fate,
For me being younger,
“Why should I be the one to kneel down?”,
This is something,
I’ve asked myself,
Often.

In the moments of solitude,
When (I felt) I had been ostracized by peers,
You stood there by me.

We both have grown together,
Had fun, and laughed at one another.
Now it’s time to part our ways,
As you have to go the other.

Believe me; I too have always been by your side,
When you were scolded,
I had cried.

These years we’ve spent together,
Have sadly now,
Come to an end.
But you are, of my life,
An integral part.
I thank you from the fathom of my heart.

Let me unveil the truth today,
You are my best friend,
And will forever stay.
Just as we’ve been.
Come whatever may,
We were together.
Little did I know,
That someday, this will come to an end;
But I’ve these moments treasured,
Because some moments are meant to last;
Forever.
In memories,
To be cherished;
Forever.
This I wrote for my elder sister when she was moving out for job purposes. That was the first time I realized that we sisters had to separate one day or the other. I knew we would talk every day, but it was never going to be the same again.
Brian Densham Mar 2017
Bruscamente (brusquely)*                                                     ­                             
Cupid!   Wingèd cherub warrior
Pluck this arrow from my heart!
Pierce one more compliant with your
Sweet love potion’s little dart!

Pesante (sadly)                                                         ­                                       
Leave me empty in my sorrow
For my lover has betrothed
So at least, until tomorrow,
Every form of love is loath

Scherzando (playfully)                                                     ­                             

In the morning, I’ll endeavour
To uncover unpledged muse
Then your little bow and quiver
And your arrows I … could use

Semplicemente (plainly)                                                       ­                     

Sweet paradox – mocks tragedy
For love … is love’s sole remedy
Canadian Spelling
Copyright 2003 B.Densham
Druzzayne Rika Apr 2017
One day ,
I want to wake
And feel delighted
     to see a new day come by
feel blessed to be alive
feel hopeful , feel appreciative
and not feel disappointed
     that I have to survive today somehow

One day ,
I want to not want someone's else life
not wish to be in someone else shoe
       wish not to be like someone else
be happy with who I am
and fall in love with the life , I've been given
not to feel the despair and the unknown fear

One day ,
I wish I will accomplish
to love myself the way I am
              to be happy with what I have

One day ,
I hope I get to see that day
Seán Mac Falls Apr 2017
.
Her languid voice
Drew me in, drooped,
And tentacle hair wrapping,
My feet fell before hers,
Sinking in the faraway lost pool,
The mortality in the sands,
And even the stars, snuffed
Out of darkness and fire
Became the light of the world,
The hushed day breaking
With welling waters and salt.
How can dream be lived,
Within dream?  Must I swear
As I fall into bliss?
- Dec 2016
what if the sky fell in love with the earth? what if the clouds fell in love with the tip of the mountain and plateaus? maybe it's true that you can love someone even if the only thing you can touch is her facade; even if the only thing you can linger to is her surface.

what if you can love someone even if you've never seen her wholly? maybe you can really fall for someone even if you know you will miss her for life.

And among all various forms of love, the love between the sky and the earth will always stay as a tricky one.. it will never end - because the sky will continue to look after the earth no matter what the winds and the sun and the dirt say - **but it will never start either.
Jack Jenkins Apr 2017
Love
What to say?
I painted my life
with love entirely
so I burn in flames
I die to everyone
give everyone
and I die
in love
Hopefully this is unconventional. I've never had a particular style, and never tried to write conventionally. Haha
Ambika Jois Apr 2017
We don’t love like we used to love
What it meant to us is a blur now
The light has left behind everything
What’s remaining is still us, somehow

There were loads of games that we used to play
Along the way we lost each other
Our dreams turned into nightmares
So now, where is our ‘forever’?

Take a look at me – can you recognize me?
I used to be that bird only you could free
And now I’m singing my heart out for your mercy
‘Cause I still wanna be your somebody

You stayed quiet just to let me talk
Never spoke your mind, I’m dejected
How and why must I endure anymore,
When your heart and mine is connected

I need a light at the end of this tunnel
No pretending we’ve got it alright
When you won’t hear a single word from me,
How would you know if my heart cried?

Maybe I’m not as special as you first thought
But I still love you endlessly from my heart
Tell me we can go back there again and start
‘Cause I still wanna be your somebody
There’s no such thing as unconditional love. Well, that’s not entirely true. There IS such a thing as unconditional love. It only shows up evidently when we remain without any conditioning as we deliver such love. Does that make sense? ‘Cause, see, when we ‘love’, it comes with a set of conditions. Basic stencil for the art of such loving comes with expectations. If we love and bear zero expectations, that’s probably the only time love is unconditional; Or else, does it not become conditional when the most basic requirement to declare such love is that we expect it to be recognized? Noticed, even? When circumstances change, conditions change. We also change. Being who we used to be when things around us have changed is also a change in us as we no longer fit with the current circumstances like we did with the last time. Isn’t that enough to say – change is inevitable? Logically, if we don’t keep up with that change, won’t we be the ones to miss out, lose out, miss and lose? We get left behind. It happens to all of us.
DeAnn Apr 2017
We were built on a foundation of words
I can feel you piercing my skin as you write on the pages
Piece by piece they are filled until my heart is overflowing with grief

Yet the pen keeps writing,
My love for you unquenchable as the words never stop

Until the words stop

When the words stop there is a silence unlike any other
Even more painful than before
How can this be?
Do you love me? Or my words?
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