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Joshua Phelps Nov 28
if love is the
last thing
on your mind

then why do I
have to suffer
time and time

again?

I thought I
made the right
choices

but mistakes
were made and
I've fallen

in a pit
of despair.

self-pity,
and feeling
so worthless

that nothing
can ever
compare.

I thought this
would be the last
time

my heart
would be broken,

but it feels
like you
don't even care,

I'm forever
stuck in disrepair.
dead poet Nov 24
i'm still running, running fast;
i'm running fast... i'm running fast -
this was never meant to last!
Dreamypretty May 2021
So much misery
Such less poetry
Makes it hard to live fully
Hence, I write freely
To make the cosmos glee.
Larissa Frost Jan 2021
I didn’t want
To say goodbye
I thought we’d travel
The earth
You and I
But you no longer
Visit me
In my dreams
The silence in my
Head is
deafening
I’m
Shattered.

                   -L. Frost
Thekingspen Oct 2020
This is my park,
It's in between the pages of a paper
Where I write in large to pour out my heart
The place my peace is found
This is my park, and it's my diary
For every human there's a thing or place we find our inner peace or solace, for me it's writing and my diary is my place of peace.
Justine Louisy Jun 2020
See,
I’m not your normal kind as
it’s difficult to find the
dedication in me.
Yes, I know you payed a small fee,
to buffer your careless cars looks or
to tend to your metal head hooks.

But believe me when I say,
get ready as you better find another way in
dealing with your troubled goods.

Meanwhile, I will confine myself in a multitude of bin lining hoods.

Justine Louisy

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