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Gee Jul 2017
These words, straight from my tumultuous soul. Another one with a hagridden, asphyxiating heart. 1---*-2 purblind eyes as injudicious as always. Even though airy for a change turned bovine, storming, screaming, it wants me blind. Gelid weather left behind, duplicating my touch from brisk to biting, killing the lie within your skin that was never on display.

Now...
Meaningless memories smothering the limbic system. Willthis be all that remain? Lets hang it up.

Now...
There's just another withering fire, burning the secrets. Will this be all that remain? Lets stab it deep.

Now...
Like a pernicious disease, dreams of the promised, made me blind. Will this be all that remain? Lets tear them out.

Now...
Like a metastatic infection, the pretense makes my skin numb. Will this be all that remain? Lets cut it open.

Now I'm calling 26280 and still you put me straight through to voice mail. I've had enough. I beg of you, please loosen the grip so I can renovate my fragmented life.
William Marr Jul 2017
Many would take it
as the midway station to heaven
nineteen hundred miles up
can heaven be far away?

Some would even think
that sixty three million years
is eternal enough
especially for those hopeless potbellied souls
knowing that it’s impossible for them to pass through
the tiny eye of a needle
here, God is not
the Final Judge

Of course there are details to be worked out
for instance, should there be racial segregation
like that in the old South Africa
so as to preserve the purity of the ashes?
Or, as long as they can afford to pay
should even dogs and cats be allowed?


* Many years ago a Houston space service company had a plan to send human ashes into space.  According to the plan, ten thousand human remains would orbit the earth at a distance of nineteen hundred miles for a minimum of sixty-three million years.
You drive me to insanity
Not the good kind
The kind that runs through your veins
Until all that's left are the scrappy remains
Of what once were rational thoughts
You've committed a horrid crime of theft
Now there's nothing left
But scrappy remains
And insanity Running through my veins.
Caitlin Feb 2017
If you look closely
you'll see
there are still
unerasable traces of you
in my everyday.
aniket nikhade Oct 2016
Everything in the present is somewhere, somehow connected to what happened in the past.
Over a period of time it’s realized,
a thing of past is a thing of past,
will remain in past,
no matter even when efforts are made to bring it to life in the present,
however,
even then it will remain in past,
from where it came,
to where it belongs.
Definitely a thing of past is a thing of past and it will always remain in the past.

The good thing is what happened in past cannot be changed,
either ways whether right or wrong,
over a period of time it does not make any difference in the present.

Better way is to accept the present in it’s present form,
then move ahead with the same in mind.
Best way is to be a part of the present moment in time in the present,
move ahead along with the same in mind with regards to how everything needs to be done in the present.

One of the best way is to get involved and remains absorbed with regards to what is there that's going on in the mind.
Desire and dreams remain in a contrast, play hide-n-seek.
However, dreams and desire must not affect the mind with regards to what’s going on in the mind at the present moment in time.

A time will come when it will be realized that efforts made till now have got something to do with regards to future and time now is to ascertain future.
Àŧùl Sep 2016
I used to miss you bad,
But now I don't miss you,
Now only a question remains,
"Why did you become unfaithful?"
Maybe your world is so huge in size,
My world was you & it'll always be so,
All that is left is my own compact world.
HP Poem #1163
©Atul Kaushal
aniket nikhade Sep 2016
The thing will remain the same
Truth will remain as it is,
the same,
it won’t change.

The thing will remain the same
Facts will remain as facts
Facts will remain the same
Facts won’t change.

Need of hour remains the issue
Need of hour needs to be addressed
Over a period of time need of hour will gain all the groud and significant importance
Definitely it’s priorities that matter the most
Priorities come first
Rest will follow later on after priorities are followed,
since priorities are the one that always come first.
Pauline Morris Jul 2016
Why does the sun go down
Every time you're not around
I tend to fall apart, every time you leave
All I can do is think of you, without you my heart just grieves

There you go, there you stay
Keeping my love an arm's length away
Please babe you don't have to be afraid
You don't have to keep up your masquerade

If you keep pushing I might not remain
Please look past your old pain
Just look into my eyes and say my name
It's not the same
I'm not her, I won't rip your heart into
Leave you for dead and blue

Can you not see that in my eyes, can you not feel that in my touch
How I love you so very much
Now without you I'm so lost
How much will you make me pay for my love, what will be the cost

Let me know
Are you gonna let me go
Or should I stay
Fight for love one more day
Robby Robinson Jun 2016
I will turn my very
                       bones into a shelter
                                  to protect your
                           heart
         from the storm
                                 inside your
                          mind.

                And as I slowly
                         turn to dust,
                know that I will
                           love you
                      with what little part
                            of me
                                           remains.
Xan Abyss Feb 2016
Where is my love? Where is my child?
Where have they gone to, and where am I?
Where is my daughter and where is my wife,
Have they forgot me, after all this time?

My body lies under ancient stone
Encased in a box
Away from my home
Is there a Knight who can save my soul?
Take me back to the land I know

I wait and I long for my home
Under the sign of the Weathered Wolf

Here in my grave, not alive but awake
Weary and restless all the same
Where is my love, where is my life?
Do they miss me, are they still alive?
How long has it been? Have they gone with the wind?
No rest from the questions in my mind
Somebody please,  come rescue me
My soul is tied to the wrong side of the  sea

My body lies under ancient stone
Encased in a box
Away from my home
Is there a Knight who can save my soul?
Take me back to the land I know

I wait and I long for my home
Under the sign of the Weathered Wolf
A song about Chief Long Wolf being estranged from his home, prior to Elizabeth Knight finding and repatriating his remains.
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