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Pauline Morris Mar 2016
The jingle of keys makes my skin crawl
I could always hear them as he came down the hall
I knew my bedroom door he would breach
I knew soon it was me he would besiege
These are my early childhood memories
Now you know what started my disease
And why my blood runs cold and I freeze
When I hear the jingle of keys
Irlomak Feb 2016
Her thoughts are her treasured feelings
words that run deep-rooted through her soul, which she can never say out loud.

So she wrote letters for him

He said;
”**** all the letters you gave me.”
it felt like a bullet slowly struck through her chest
then suddenly went deeply fast into her beating heart

How painful it is,
no one will ever know.
How dumb of him
to think that her letters, her cherished thoughts of him rather, were *******.

She doesn't always share her feelings
especially not with someone whom she dedicates her thoughts into
but when she does,
regret is what she always gets back in return.
Viseract Jan 2016
Goodbye:
One word, significant of farewell,
I won't see you again.

Can also be used
To say you won't see someone the same way

The hardest part about a goodbye,
Is seeing someone you know become a stranger
I won't see you again. At least, not like I wanted to, or like I used to. I recognize but don't know you. So, goodbye, familiarity, hello, familiar face
AK Jan 2016
do  not
scream out that noun in bed

it's damaging.

dropping
one on its head.
Pauline Morris Jan 2016
There was a little girl that lived in a tree
She climbed up there so no one could see
She climbed up there so she could just be

She stayed up there so long she got leaves in her hair
She stayed up there so long she no longer cared

She didn't care about the mother missing her child
She didn't care about anything after awail

She was content up there in the sky
She was content up there and no one knew why

How long she stayed up there nobody knew
How long she stayed up there her feet like roots grew

She had stayed so long now she hadn't a choice
She had stayed so long now she no longer had a voice

Don't go looking for her she's no longer there
Don't go looking for her she no longer cares

She had become part of the tree
She had become part of it and no one could see
She had become part of it and now she could just be

That little girl up in the tree, use to be me
Ben Fernekees Nov 2011
how can you breath with no air
when life is only despair
all i can feel is the pain
and it matches all the shame

the blood dripping away
as i cut through my veins
without the voice of reason
and no changes of the season

how can you rip me apart
when all i get is the start

just bring me away
from the **** that has stayed
and the lives that arn't free
just aren't ment to be

the shame thats washing me away
stops hope from coming to stay
and i can no longer feel
anything that is real

all that you say is lies
as you rip out everything inside
and life is going dark
so why not just shoot the mark

how can you rip me apart
when all I get is the start
and my life is going down
so i can no longer turn this around

just bring me away
from the **** that has stayed
and the lives that arnt free
just arnt ment to be

im done with all this **** you bring
and im finally sick of all these things
all you do is turn me away
and yet you expect me to stay
Blank Canvas Jan 2016
Did it have to be this painful?
Did it have to be so painful and wrecking
that it makes it so hard to get up from bed?
To stay awake and feel everything?
Or to sleep it all away but still dream of him at night?
*Did it have to be this way?
Leslie Jade Jan 2016
isn't it painful?
how all your bricks fell down
the strength you've built
all become nothing?

when you needed support
but people chose not to
it's painful, to see how they crush you
all your efforts becoming worthless

you wanted comfort
but you chose to be silent
cares if they need
supports when they're in pain

isn't it painful?
how useless you are
no matter what you do
you will be who you should be
Lark Train Jan 2016
I see you everytime I close my eyes.
I blink, I sleep, I fall to your gaze.
As long as I live, for all of my days,
I am eternally haunted by your lies.

I think of the love we shared 'neath skies
Blue, with foxglove poison, sweet and poison haze.
But in my mind, your likeness stays,
Where once we loved... Now I despise.

I hate myself for loving you
Despise the words I gave us two
Because what was once cannot remain.

Now I cannot call us 'we'
Now it only can be called 'me'
Because what we had, you've slain.
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