Annie Dec 9

You know what the biggest tragedy is?
When something turns into hell from bliss

And when the Moon whispers to the stars every night,
You will be standing all alone –shivering with fright

Why you even bother to let someone in?
Do you not see it's not heaven –it's a sin

Your days are darker and red is turning into blue,
You have your moments, but see there are just a few

You had a world within you and you're losing it,
You only lie down to cry with the door closed -all the candles lit

How slowly you're sacrificing yourself to the unknown
People think you're crazy, but that's just your zone

Why won't you speak to the sky tonight?
Why won't you call out the dead to kiss goodnight?

tell my why i still miss you
why it's been months since you held me
and i still can't help tearing myself apart
every night
searching for whatever you saw in me
that you ran away from

tell me why i still want you
why i can't help remembering
your hands on me
holding; sweetly, possessively
resting my head on your shoulder
and you leaning yours on mine

i thought we fit like that
tell me why we don't

nick
liv Oct 30

why do you control me?
i am free
i am me
yet you're the one controlling me

Jessa Oct 30

Leaves will fall
Like autumn in February
And angels
Will start to grieve
Sending their tears
Through the rain
Hold my hand
And kiss me one last time
For the warmth
Of your lips
It's what I'll carry
To my cold place
Underneath your feet
Shall heaven
Has my name
I'll wait for you there
For this love
Will always eternally
Be yours
Shall the longing
Hit you hard
Find me in the air
Send me your emotion
Within the dandelions
Let the wind blows
Your pain to me


-Jess

LifeExplorer Oct 18

I have made mistakes in the past
I have been broken
I thought you are ready to leave
Yet I was forgiven

I was desperate for love
Been desperately giving myself away
I thought you are ready to leave
Yet I was still forgiven

I told you too many lies
Even While looking at your eyes
I thought you are ready to leave
Yet I was still forgiven

I told you I cannot trust
To them it was nothing but lust
I thought you are ready to leave
Yet I was still forgiven

I didn't believe that you love me
Yet I was still forgiven
I'll be nothing but a misery
Yet I'll still be forgiven

This was based on the poem I wrote few weeks ago entitled "Love full of doubt"
Nida Mahmoed Oct 10

It's ok to worry about yourself,
It's ok to ask for help,
It's ok to need a hand,
It's ok to talk,
It's ok to not be ok!

By; Nida Mahmoed

LifeExplorer Sep 10

Too many questions too many doubts. Desperate of being loved is what my heart shouts

I gave you my trust,  I gave it with lust. But you said commitment is not always a must.

You walked out the door,  left me lying on the floor. Then I remembered when you said you love me before.

I looked into your face and felt like my world turned into a maze.  You gave me your last gaze and left me confused and dazed

LifeExplorer Sep 7

It gives you peace yet causes chaos
it makes you trust yet lets you doubt
it makes you strong yet weakens your soul
it makes you proud yet lets you regret.

It makes people fight but eventually let go
it makes people unite but causes them sorrow
it makes people humble but it makes them boast
It makes people forgive but ends up hating  most

It makes you learn but hurts you in return
it makes you feel but lets your heart burn
it makes you dream but leaves you nightmares
it makes you joyful but leaves you broken

Jolene Faber Sep 6

I tried writing a happy poem.
But in turn it reminded me how truly unhappy I was.

I'm happy when I sing in vacant places,
or when I see shadows in open spaces.
I'm happy when I was with family,
and sad when I think of how happy we were,

Now its 4 strangers who claim they're related, and when asked how we are, put on painted faces.

Now I'm sad and happy is nowhere to be found.
I think I'm happy but sadness reminds me I'm not.
I'm sadder than sad's sad and happiness laughs,
and miss my Moms hugs and Dad's morning coughs.

I miss having hope in something that was certain,
where faith was assured and separation forgotten,
now its me living my fears and my happiness rotten.

I'm happy when I'm not sad, and its not often.
I'm happy when I speak to you and your soft voice makes my rough heart feel like cotton
candy and lipstick and makeup to cover the hurt.
because now this is a sad poem and theres tears on my shirt.

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