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D Aug 2017
still even now I'm left to wonder
because you keep making yourself seen
when all I've been trying to do
is forget you existed
you're so naively persistent
having no clue what I am to you
yet still trying to clean up the mess I made
well there's a reason I made those mistakes
it's because running away
is easier than facing what I don't know
and never want to explore
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Sharde' Fultz Jul 2017
Folded ripped and unfolded
You see the symmetry and its beautiful
But when you take a step closer you see the emptiness in the tears.
You see the valleys left behind in each crease of every fold
The rugged edges of the rip
Fingerprints left from a sweaty hold
Yes, upon closer inspection I am but the sum of my parts
And often all my parts appear to be disasters
And often they are
I trot around like a work of art
But few see what it took to get that way
How I was folded ripped and unfolded
Few can't see past what it took
They see the holes left in me but not the pretty shapes
And some see the shapes and I wish they'd acknowledge the holes
Still even fewer can comprehend the resulting work
And frankly, Sometimes I'm not sure I do
But I manage
A crippled work of art made beautiful by how neatly she was torn apart
I struggle to hold my new form in the wind and amongst viewers
Try to look like something relatable
And not like life spent too long on me
Worked till it got weary and persisted when really it should have rested its eyes
I try
To uphold my form as though every overworked corner and tear isn't centimeters away from destruction
As though the slightest snag or tug won't leave me hanging
Noticeably Deformed and mishapen
But I stretch and I retract with grace
Perhaps this is how I dance now
my life a pas de deux of trying to hold it all together
Just folded, ripped, and unfolded.
Donna Jun 2017
Next doors dog barking
Walks up and down garden path
Catching its own barks
Yeap next door dog been barking early hours in morn..grrrr :)
L Marie Mar 2016
I keep wasting time
Trying to fix my choices
By building on them
Through worse choices
Instead of burying
The hatchet
Once and for all
And making a new choice
That is actually
What I want
And does not reflect
Who I was
In what feels like
A thousand years ago.

I need to plant
The next seed.
Andrew Fahey Oct 2015
Dad
Dad!
I need you, Dad.
Dad!
Where are you?

What is this?
What's that smell?
Where do the ants go?
Can you tell?

Do snails have brains?
Can I feel their slime?
Where do bubbles come from?
Is there time?

Will I always grow?
Can I fly?
What can't I remember?
I do try!

Dad!
Where are you, Dad?
Dad!
I need you!
Nessa dieR Sep 2015
There has to be something
That can still keep us together,
And I won't stop searching
*Until I touch  forever.
:)
My permanent concealer to this persisting pain after you left.
Michael Amery Jul 2014
Three hearts for thee divided,
Lust battles with duty for attention,
Making waves that drowned your cries,
Yet you persisted.

Three loves became one,
Your heart the sole victor,
To you go the spoils,
And yet you persisted.

One heart's love is yours entire,
Overworked and overwhelming,
Wounded soldiers make terrible bedmates,
And yet you persist.
L Marie Jun 2014
Close your eyes, b r e a t h e, make a wish, and blow--
release the seeds of your dreams and let them g r o w
wild, like weeds... unappreciated by those who
don't understand them but resilient and persistent
for those who know how to handle them.

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