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do you remember the time when we had each other's hearts...
a time where you complimented me in every way
and I painted a beautiful picture with words only I could say.
I remember moments when my only intention was to make you smile and laugh through your worst,
I don't know about you but when it came to love you were my first...

Do you remember the time when we used to hang at the park on a lovely sunny day?
a day where having your body close to mine was all that felt right...a day where having your head on my chest while listening to my heart beat provided me with solace, peace and tranquility
a day where nothing else in the world mattered, than being with you
and since my heart confirmed it, those feelings I had for you were true.

Do you remember the time when I said I saw our future in your eyes?
Back then it seemed impossible for us to part ways, but with life nothing is ever certain.
We played a great role on a center stage, the Juliet to my Romeo, the Cleopatra to my Antony ,
but it came to an end and we had to close the curtain.
Perhaps we reached a point where we sought no interest in each other and had to submit to life's discontent.
Carl D'Souza Jul 2019
As I gaze at a cherished photographs
of my youthful travels,
I review the experiences
I enjoyed while they were happening
and now reviewing and savouring
the details of the experiences
I enjoy the experiences again.
sol Jun 2019
I’d like to wait a moment
I think I’m in deep.
my eyes. ever so gentle.
my lips, light as a butterfly,
lovely I sighed.

rumbling inside
starting to pull away.
wrap around me.
all that my heart felt.

pull back,
I had done something wrong.
I had done something weird.
wearing like a cape,
watching me run

memorial magic disappears
& I am left grasping
at nothing, again.
sigh
Janica Katricia Jun 2019
I once got tired looking for stars at night. Searching for the ones you promised to get me.
I cry for nights I couldn't hold you but I never wanted to
Seek more of you
Because I may not bear feeling the pain

Longing for you was never in my control.
Believe me, I tried chaining myself into a brick wall.
While the change of hearts was like the change of weather, I should have told you to bring an umbrella.
Do we tell stories and details of what hurt us but, what about when we had the matching boxers?

Do you care to jog my memory? Please hold me tight one last time. Please, don't let go of me.
Trapped in a maze (ongoing)
grace snoddy May 2019
youarenothereanymore,
but the ringing of your voice
comes around occasionally.
you are a face that i cannot
getoutofmyhead.
no matter how many times
i try to eradicate the thoughts that
linger,
they sneak through the cracks and
infectmymind
once again.
you are like a stain on my favorite shirt,
no matter how noticeable you are,
i cannot gather up the courage
to throw you out.
my mind is at a constant war,
but in the end i know that i need to forget you.

youarenothereanymore,
but you are still hurting me.
created august 20th, 2017
it’s been a while since i’ve posted on here, i’ve had really bad writers block for the longest time. hoping to get a muse so i can start writing again ***
Bobcat May 2019
I wish the abyss would stop looking back at me.
I look in the mirror and I swear that's all I see.
Not a monster but a void I cant escape.
I was born with a heart but it seems mishaped.

Someday I swear I'm going to leave this place.
Find my way to the light that people praise.
But for now I think it's better if I hang my head.
Bite my tongue and drink until I just forget.

I don't know how my story will end,
But I'm starting to think I can rip out some pages.
Skip the middle and get right to the very end.
Where you lay me six feet deep and reminisce on the things I said.
Jupiter May 2019
fondly remember your grandmother's house
as I share with you mine

a pantry, tall as a mountain when I was six.
a forbidden box of sugar cubes that was never really off limits
cookies, warm and soft. how does she always have them?
sitting in the rocking chair, toes miles away from the floors
strange stories you hope aren't true
ice cubes made of lemonade
an afternoon refresher
a sunday spent at home, at your grandma's house

always drawing and painting
playing in the yard
her cats in your lap, warm and fuzzy
she braids your hair with her wise, experienced hands
does she always smell like lavender?
gumdrops and hard candies
playing dominoes on the floor
there's nowhere else I'd rather be
than at home
at my grandma's house
reminisce.
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