Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
More than I could ever
say In words I loved you sometimes more than I realised myself taking things for granted Is an easy thing to do when
you can't see what lies
ahead

If I could have seen then
I would have loved you even more for only
one chance do we get In this world to which we
live so better make the most of what you have
for tomorrow It may be
gone

To be left this awful
feeling that never goes away that of could I
have done more made more of each every
day

Now my sweetheart gone away and left this life for good and all I had has gone with her and I'm left with just an empty shell to face the world
alone
Sometime time one can love a person and not relalise that you take them for granted because you think they will always be there then suddenly they're not
My dear star,
They just see you shine,
They don't realise you burn too.
kiran goswami Jan 31
And on some days
I just can't write.
I skim through pages
and
scribble my name a thousand times
and
End up realising,
I just can't write.
My diaries and notebooks lie open,
Blank,
White.
I look at my own words
and
End up realising,
I just can't write.
I stumble upon words
And fall insides holes of oxymorons,
And I end up realising,
my name and writing together are also an oxymoron.
I look for inspirations and motivations
But end up realising,
I just can't write.
I personify my emotions,
Add similes to my feelings,
Just like a heart broken by love does.
But I still end up realising,
I just can't write.
I read poems and stories
Of writers who could write,
Feeling, maybe someday even I would be able to.
I battle with metaphors
and
Scratch the onomatopoeias,
I injure the meanings
and
Spill my thoughts through my veins.
I shout " Alohamora " to my heart a million times.
I trace through the lines of the endings of my stories.
I try to go on like the brook forever,
and
I hear the voice of the solitary reaper in the daffodil fields.
Yet, as the day ends,
I end up realising,
I just can't write.
Poetic T Dec 2018
That Singular Lego Piece,
When I was younger and
life was just walls...
That where just falling down
around me,
                 I found something.

A single piece of Lego.

       And on it scratched into
it where three words...

Always build higher.

Where my life had been
even at such a young age.
                            I thought
             the only thing walls were,
where ones that crumbled.

But after that moment,
when all I fell upon
                  where pebbles of lost moments.
                  That could have built
higher but crumbled, like so many.

That one brick,  built me higher
            than any singular instant.

And to this day,
                  I have never looked
at another lower,
                     or higher than myself.

For ever brick is built on the strength
            of another taking the weight
of the one below it.

And without that strength below,
           we couldn't build ourselves
                            to the height we are today.


Everyday I wear that brick around my neck.


Not to weigh me down, but to realise,
       that below every brick
       is another holding us up
                  with there strength, and without them
                                                    we would crumble.
Jedda Sep 2018
Today, I came face to face with the person that ruined me.

It’s been a long time coming but after all these years, I can finally see.

You were always there but I would’ve never of guessed it was you.

I was so oblivious to your presence. God, I wish I knew.

And I’m still questioning, why wasn’t my vision clearer

The person that ruined me was standing right there in the mirror.
Isaac Aug 2018
Life will happen.

You will get to the end,
and realise you are fine.

So enjoy the trip.
Written 3 August 2018
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
Life is very short
And there's no rewind button
So live and let live

Try to be happy
See life as an adventure
You only live once
Small series of haikus from my journal.
My birthday is in a few days time and I realise how quick time is passing by as well as how fragile and short life is.

Yolo!
Be back soon!
Lyn ***
Next page