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Brent Kincaid Mar 2016
I was thinking love,
You were thinking leaving.
You were moving on
And I was still believing.

Life is ever changing
No matter how it starts;
Some of it is wonderful,
Some can break our hearts.
We start out like a storybook
Two souls that meld as one
Everything we choose to do
Becomes our special fun.

Going out and staying in
Are legendary loving things.
Today it’s easy to ignore
Tomorrow waiting in the wings.
So, I paid very little mind to
That you chose not to talk
And never quite got around to
Holding hands when we walk.

I was thinking love,
You were thinking leaving.
You were moving on
And I was still believing.

At first even in wintertime
My heart was warm as toast.
Sitting by the fireside snuggled
That was what liked most.
I was storing up memories
Of every single loving day.
You were figuring how you could
Quickly go your own way.

I was thinking love,
You were thinking leaving.
You were moving on
And I was still believing.
Pixievic Mar 2016
Hi! My name is Pixie
I'm a bit of a hippy
I have an eight year old son and a cat
I still live with my ex
(it's very complex)
So you need to be alright with that!
I am five foot six
(well five five and a bit)
My eyes are the softest of greens
How much I weigh
I really can't say
But my **** looks good in my jeans!
I drink tequila and lime
Cider & wine
And I smoke the odd *** or two
My hair is in dreads
Dark blonde with some red
And I have a lot of tattoos!
I play percussion in bands
I am good with my hands
That's not a bad thing I trust
I write in rhyme
Most of the time -  an
Appreciation of words is a must!
I love mountains and trees
Have a passion for sea
A sunset, moonlight and stars
I dance in the rain
Like a man with a brain
(and one who can play a guitar)
I can not abide
Men who have lied
So you need to be honest and true
If there's a girl or a wife
Sharing your life
Tell me and then I can choose
But most important of all
Before you call
You must know how to dance and to ****
If neither these things
To the table you bring
I'm afraid you'll be plum out of luck!!

(C) Pixievic
This came from a conversation with a friend about being single & the absurdities found on online dating profiles!  I'm not on any online dating websites - but if I was this is what it would say!! And said friend furnished me with the last line - thank you E you star!!

(*** - cigarette!)
Ignatius Hosiana Mar 2016
Those who know
           the basics don't have
those who have
             know not how to love
Colleen Mary Mar 2016
why do I fall so fastly?

haven't I learned I would save myself

a whole lot of hurt by slowing down?

hopeless romantic I am but gosh ****

this shouldn't be as bad as it is.

tired of the single life, terrified of the
dating life: I just want to feel wanted.
Colleen Mary Mar 2016
the warm sun hits my face and here i sit thinking:
if I was still to be counting the days since the last time I felt at home
when my lips were on your lips
and our bodies were intertwined-
i'd be wasting my precious time away.
you were never home,
you were more or less a hotel room
i had wrongfully mistaken for home.
you made me feel comfy&coz;;
for the time being and then kicked
me out as if i was nothing and then
quickly replaced me with new tenants.
joke is on you,
i might have thought i needed you
but i made it through the winter
without you& now spring is upon
us and i'm thrilled to further distance
myself from the time I messed up
by calling you "HOME"
thanks for not sticking around.
~CMD
This is the last ******* time
I rent you space in my head
I've written about you so much
When I'm done I'm like.... Again

This dudes annoying me, get over
It, she's a *****, what can you do
I never asked for child support all
I wanted was our son to know u

But maybe it's better he doesn't
But it breaks my heart that aches
When his preschool made crafts
On ur dead beat Mother's Day

And he had to make one for nana
And asked me where u were
And now I finally get why some parents say, the dead beat ****

That isn't around had died
Cause I rather that than the other,
Which is tell our beautiful son that
The truth,narcissists can't be mothers

So *******, and this will be the
Very last ****** time
I waste a thought , or a tear drop
On your heartless ***, but I

Still hold pity for you!... Why?
Because I know what you don't
That regret can evolve when u let
Important things left, so I hope

I can hold in the joy, when the day
Comes and your blind *** sees
That our child, your flesh and blood
Has a value, your drugs can reach

A life you made, that you trade
So you can run away but one day
All the pain you left me with will
Find you ***** and it'll eat away

At whatever's left of your soul
Whatever's left of your neurotic
Selfish, ****** up, drugged up heart so black, I reverse oscars, and boycott it

So when psychosomatic Psychotic
Psychosis sets in
And you feel sorry for yourself and
All the time you wasted with him

I will tell him. To make sure he takes
What time is left with u and not
Say what I want to which is, let her
Live knowing, the cost of what's lost

Is being a deadbeat. But sought
Will be knowing if I did
That would encourage the son I love
To lose out so I sacrifice for my kid

Something u know nothing about
And probably never will
But 4 years have gone by so fast
Soon the futures the past and filled

Will be your blinded eyes
Full of consequence disguised
As poor u, self pity, ****** cries
Just like the cries our son cried

As I learn to handle a four month
Old baby boy, but hey .. I did
And you'll never know why sacrifice
And a selfless life fills the void which

We use to try and fill with ****,
Parties drugs raves all the ****
That lead us deeper into the darkness
We thought we escaped and hid

10 years of living for only us
Temptation, inebriation lust
Feeling numb cause sobriety
Brings anxiety in society full of

People who grew the **** up
Responsibility. Purpose stability
The knowledge that pretentious
Isn't being clean, so tranquility

Is real when it's felt rather than
The induced, bile filled puke
That's only half as vile as you
And if you ever see me smile *** u

Is what's meant, as I see now
Why we had to part ways it's sad
You were scared to grow up and that
Will catch up with you but a dad

Was just a scary . Trust me I was
Terrified.. Emasculated embarrassed
The years we spent that i cherished
We're all spent high so apparent

is how sobering up left transparent
Facts that say I didn't know
Who I really was, expect for the one
I was when sedated and I know

Now that there's a difference
In the way your emotions process
And now I maybe who we said we'd never be, cubical Steve at the office

9-5 and ya I get it, got it,
I'm exactly what u hate I know
But one day everything u aren't is
What you will be, but *** this poem

**** the nostalgia the reminiscing
See..... I always end up lost
Cause admittingly I can't get over it
When your eyes stare at me off

The face of our son, the ****** expressions the stubborn head its
All you that I see sitting across of me
And thank u for him, so like u left

Us, I will attempt to leave u
Abandoned in this coffin poem
And hope it doesn't follow me back
Like a horror movie villain to a home

I built without u, stop thinking bout u
It's easier to say
Than it is to do, so with a *** u
I mask the pain the scars gave

To remind me what's behind me
So on the day regrets blinding
This pain will be yours cause karmas
Tour can move slowly but finding

Who it's meant to, means it'll get u
So goodbye dead beat goodbye
I hope u drown in the tears u cry
When u see what u trade to be high
Miabee Mar 2016
Im just so tired from changing myself for you
And you taking for granted what I threw away
All those moments and hours that we spent for two Then to ache through pain until it fades to grey

I know I have to be brave
and to stand all on my own  
But the lonesome is slowly
Eating away at my heart
I've been trying everything to get away from him...writing this poem is basically me trying to cope with being single af again
Little Bird Mar 2016
Every now and then,
I get a bit emotional,
I feel the lost touch ,
To a reality I wanted to live.
A family I wanted to have,
A life to share with my love,
The joys of growing old together.

I lost touch ,
With my plans,
My future ,
My list of unrealized dreams,
The illusion of young age.

Every now and then ,
It hits me ,
Hits me real hard,
It's just me.
Ignatius Hosiana Mar 2016
There's a deficiency that's hurting my mind
A serenity I'm seeking but just can't find
but I'm still searching for it though it's an onerous task
I'm looking for palms that can massage emotions
which is not too much from nature to ask
or an unrealistic expectation and a fantastic notion
I'm looking for a caring pulse to motivate my heart
to beat again since it halted from ingestion of excessive pain
I'm looking for an eye that will obviously see my scars
but find them beautiful for they represent the many times
I've stood up when I tripped and badly fell
and the wounds I've tended to till they healed
I'm looking for someone who will appreciate
how far smiles walk to reach my gloomy face
and the fight they put up to create ripples
which consequently bring the changes in the place
I'm looking for someone who has dreams but knows actuality
one who will hope for the shores but surf with me across
the ocean of life,someone who will find content in my reality
I'm looking for fingers that will forever lock with mine
a long life commitment, don't come along if with you forever isn't fine
I'm eager for one who can see right through me to witness
and appreciate the wilted garden that lies within
a vast garden which can flourish again if adequately watered
by honest affection and trustworthy care
I'm looking for a just fine person,not a perfect angel
I've had less from this life that I can't ask for that much
I'm asking for someone who'll give me second chances
because I'm bound to make mistakes, being a novice,
a debutant in a field where I have played but a game
I can take the blame all the same, but I need  
someone who won't quickly opt for the evict notice
cause I'm looking to settle,
so I want a lifetime lease in a heart for rent
I'm the incomplete one that needs the one to complete me
looking for feet that dream of cars but can walk
a Mouth that has room for silence albeit the talk
I'm looking for strength, a "for better for worse"
a sweeter story than single, a blessing not a curse
a love that will be ornamented by sizzling friendship
which will endure past stinging thorns and roughing waves
through long dark tunnels and dump flying fox pellet filled stinking caves
well aware that life is a drama,a play written by karma
yet hoping for someone with whom to write the sequel of my amour
and make a beautiful set of books of tales of loss, endurance and victory
a simple story of holding on through thick and thin,
not necessarily a breathtaking romantic piece of history
for I prefer to live in the heart of the one I deserve
in a mortality to a melancholy immortality in the mind of eternity
I would rather be loved in my life than be remembered when I'm a gonna
I want to fall apart and make up,to taste the tears and laughter
'cause no road is all smooth and no rough but the road to hell
and no story is calm all through, not even a fairytale
so if you're out there,aware life is a variegation
with varying patches of perfect imperfection,
that the Sun is cool at dusk and dawn but there are times it incinerates
pestilentially like larva emitted by an erupting volcano
then I'm looking for you,you should know
Snow White isn't easy
Maybe she just needs seven extra sources
of income
Maybe she gets depressed
easily
Maybe she is very good friends
with every single one
Why does everyone have to assume she's sleeping with all of them?
Snow White is better than that.
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