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annh Jan 2019
I taste sweet nectar
each night I sleep without you

Without your resentment
clawing at the fabric of my dreams

Without my regret
seeding your subconscious with self-doubt

I taste sweet nectar
every night I spend with you
forgiven and forgiving
Jo Swan Jan 2019
We drank a cup of Oolong tea,
its forlorn fragrance wafts;
atmosphere awkward with silence-
ineloquent like writers first draft,
this tea taste of grievance.

Stumbling lips, we finally talk.
Woeful, you asked me why
I choose to leave and walk-
bidding you with heartless goodbyes.

My eyes fogged by tea’s heat;
tears form like dews of rain,
forehead furrows in sweat-
emotions rich in pain.

We drank a cup of Oolong tea,
This moment I’ve long dread!
Whirls of traumatic emotions
had left me angry red-
your actions were ghastly.

For many years we did not speak.
Bitterness brewed in tea,
memories of the past all bleak,
my self-esteem you’ve malign.

Oolong aftertaste so unkind-
our past painted with hurt!
Will my emotions blurt to
reveal repressed resentment?

We drank a cup of Oolong tea,
my mental assailant,
I shall not fear your chide.
The truth shall be revealed,
no longer my voice shall hide!
Kushal Dec 2018
My sister told me a story,
Her best friend confessed his love,
And just like that they were no longer friends.

I could hear it in her voice,
How she wished he'd said nothing
For nothing would ever be the same.

I could feel my throat swell
Shame rearing it's head,
I fell silent as I listened to her speak
Only now understanding what I had thrown away,
Only now seeing how you must have felt.

My sister told me a story...
I wish I had not given you the same one.
Amarys Dejai Dec 2018
I was never fond of alcohol. I guess you could say that I was afraid of it, or rather, that I was afraid of its side effects. I love you, but I am afraid of your whiskey breath. It turns your words into stones, your brutal honesty catapulting off of your tongue.

You are dancing across a frozen lake, and I am calling your name from the land, but your voice has always been so much louder than mine. I am walking on thin ice, tip-toeing my way towards you.

My outstretched hand is taken as an intent of violent reprimand, and your voice is getting louder. If you fall through the ice, then I will try my hardest to pull you out.

But we both know that I lack the strength, and I know that you lack the will.

You will tell me to run back to the edge,
but who am I if I do not care for you?
two times the charm
a gallon of tears
bedtime rituals
and the most out of life

still
the glass is half
empty

a ring made of your mind
tickets to dreams
freedom from blame
and three handfuls of safety

now
it's but half
full
square one
Thanks for scarring my happy self,

thanks for putting me in a lower shelf.

Thanks to you who lacks self confidence,

Oh, i'm sorry. I've never seen you so dense.

All i wanted from you was the most truthful word,

but all i had are the verbal knives that stab through my vital cord.

I've been realising that you've been tarnishing people,

Labeling yourself as god, but to them as your sheeple.

I thought you were one of the people of the light,

now i've realised you have faked the sight.

I could have defended myself from you very fast,

or maybe you should just get a brain lobotomy before your life will last.

And if you didn't really just snap yourself out of it,

you'll forever become as ignorant. That's it.
Eva Oct 2018
Pathetic

Revolting

Would you take a look at that???

What a mess

****** state

I just say what I think and I think it’s all crap.





I try so hard to earn respect

but his words remain brutal

No constructive criticism

Nothing to learn

except

You’ll always be useless

Never good enough



Appearance

Hair

Clothes

Career

House

Personality

­Crap, pathetic, *******.

Why bother trying?



His harsh words harden my core

anger met with resentment

insult with indifference

Now I rarely cry 

and he rarely notices



Old

Sick

Infirm

Helpless



But I'm still a disappointment to you.





Love

Pride

Apology

Words to save both lives.
Jason Drury Oct 2018
You pushed me,
off course.
Gray fog resentment,
clouds the stars.
Remote and far,
in my own mind sea.
As distant as summer,
in autumns eyes.
I’ve sailed far,
so far I can no longer,
remember your face.
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