Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mariah 7d
I get so nervous when I love something
And I put it down
And I leave it
Thinking that I must be leaving for good
Instead of merely
enjoying something else

I worry that I will never have anything forever
And I wonder
If that is why I love things so deeply
When I have them

I love them so hard
I tear them apart
So they don't do it to me first

But they do
We do
We tear each other apart

So yes
I leave them after
With regret and remorseful
But satisfied

But if it's special enough
I find myself back at it's door
Knocking
Hat in hand

Wondering if it's been worried I
Also wouldn't return

I worry when it opens the door
They will slam it
Before I can say I am sorry I left
And how much I missed it

I worry I am the only one
Who thinks about the death of love
While in the middle of it

But it does too
It always does too

And in my fear
Its so loud that
I can never hear
It whispering to me
I'll miss you
And I'll see you when you get back
I am worried. I am rusty. I am nervous. I return.
Sudzedrebel May 2024
Music is a momentary salvation
Through the ailings we suffer.
A thin buffer,
Between the painful past and
Future troubles.
Mathieu Jul 2021
Tonight is a Terrible, Silent Respite
From The Cruel, Cruel March.
The Brilliance of Sunlight's Beauty
Begins to Scar With Cracks of Dark .
The Echoes Of The Universe
Are Few And Far Apart,
And In This Of All My Treasured Moments,
I Wonder Where You Are?

The Pillars And Foundations Sometimes Fall
From So Many Things That Were Beautiful
And Tears I Weep As Light Escapes,
Kneeling Before The Fireplace,
To The Flames, Whose Soul Burns to Embrace
The Many Broken Parts Of Me,
That Can No Longer Be Replaced.
To Love Lost.
To The Friends, Now Gone.
To The Good In Me, Eroded.
And To The Man I Want To Become.
Where Are You?
I Need You.
Krishnapriya Jul 2018
My heart is soft today
Thinking of the suffering
Of all those who are near
And those who are far
The known and unknown
Living beings everywhere
in pain - in their body and mind
Deep within in their souls
in any kind of tears
fears, trauma, heartache

I raise my eyes to heaven
Pray for light to surround them
The fragrance of love
Succor, consolation, respite
Now and forever more
i saw an ambulance go across the road from my house early this morning. May all live in the space of peace, free from suffering. All things are possible in God. I pray for that. Thank you for reading. So,so,so appreciate it. :)
the last word falls
like a mountain on a dove
a shadow on a child
a bullet through a rose
and no-one knows
quill rests between cold fingers
the ink
is dry
oldie
Poetic T Feb 2018
Elapsing into cognitive repercussions,
               a thought never one to fade.

Always an afterimage
  burnt on to the psyche
           of delicate dewdrops clinging.

Within a consciousness
              that never  evaporates
just lingers in a reflection of it hanging

Like its waiting to suffocate
           but the breath of reality
                              gives it respite.
long ago
we lay quietly in the aftermath
of an exhaustive period of rage
the eye
of this terrible storm
rendering a peaceful moment
'don't ever leave me'
you said
in such a pitiful whisper
that I almost believed you
such a haunting, calming plea
that I knew at that moment
I'd never forget this night
even if it be our last
oldie
Next page