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TheWitheredSoul Apr 2020
As much as it burdens my heart to accept that we are not a couple, it burdens my soul to let go of that thought.

Maybe someday I will get the strength to accept it but I dont think, I will have the luxury of forgetting because I record and write my every thought and dream, about you and hold on it for as long as i would as if my life depends upon it.

However silly all of it sound somethings cannot be expressed by words and my love for you is one such....
I wish i had the courage to say it all when i had the chance to but now i dont figure any.

Ps:
The Dark Damed Love
hiraeth Apr 2020
i've barely even grown up
hardly old enough to drink

still this liquor smells bitter
as i pour it down the sink

i've lost everything now
only been sober a week

i think of my words now
before i decide to speak

these bruises have healed
with the cut on my cheek

not sure where they came from
i still can't seem to think

my eyes keep dripping
like a sink with a leak

i can't hold back these tears
no matter how much i blink

all i want is to turn to
that smooth amber drink
CB Apr 2020
"I've stopped drinking the sweet poison that foams at your mouth, but your toxins have left me all dried out."
TheWitheredSoul Apr 2020
The songs that were never sung
The wedding bells that never rang
The vows that were never exchanged
The aisle that we never walked
The boquet you never threw
The ring i never proposed
are all still waiting right were they are supposed to be.



Grrh!! I woke, sorry for the disappointment guys.
(86)
Loving my lucid dreams wIth her.
TheWitheredSoul Apr 2020
Love, nobody believes in it till they experience or understand the sorrow or grief it baggages along with it.

The moment they do they experience something that will be etched into the deepest of their deary hearts which they would never elude or resucitate from.

Funny of all, i still live to love the soul that cries across the stars that never die and that one wretched soul is indeed is mine.
( . _ .)
Sorrows that are too far to comprehend manifest a vile necrocious feeling deep  down your soul. You will never realise it until the day you finally break down
Julia Supernault Apr 2020
I’ve managed to catch it
The last possible stop of the sober train that will take me away from the dark path I was trudging down
I’ve paid my last dues
Felt my last hangover
I brought my memories knowing one day they will be put on the shelf to collect dust
I will make sober memories that will be more important than any drunken night
This train is taking me places
To a brighter light
To happier healthier times
Pushing me to become the best person I can be
For everyone around me
For my son
For myself
A new light is coming
LDP Apr 2020
“My love, you are fragile,”
I chant, rocking back and forth
On my bed, knees to my chest.
Your soul had been broken,
But don’t walk over the shards
With your bare feet.
Keep your head high, my dear,
Take it day by day, then eventually
Week by week.
You are not a wasted soul,
And don’t you ever dare claim to be weak.
Remember your roots,      
Because in unforgiving mud
Do lotus roots bury deep,
Yet the flowers muster the strength
And unbelievable courage
To reach fearlessly at sunlight,
Emerge from the surface,
Just to finally
Breathe.
From my newest collection, "Sober".
LDP Apr 2020
All these beautiful trips,
With a suitcase filled with my sanity
On a trailer running on actual reality,
Sometimes I just wish
The people I care for from this world
Could maybe come and keep me company.
It gets lonely sometimes, but this trailer
Only has a single seat for the driver
Who is indeed, me.
People now worry,
But I can only take my foot off
The gas when I reach a place with no misery
In this very dimension we currently live in.
But how much longer will the drive
Take for my joy to no longer come to me naturally?
For now, it’s an endless trip,
Where pit stops are needed,
And sometimes they last a whole week.
From my newest collection, "Sober".
LDP Apr 2020
Why is it that I only feel alive,
When there is no longer a sense of time.
I guess it makes sense,
The time on your life stops when
Your heart gives out, right?
I’m very much alive, physically at least,
But sometimes I want to feel it more,
So on nights like these,
Shrooms and a glass of sangria
Is all I really need.
I don’t need help,
This is how my spirit and inner peace
Violently, yet so gracefully, intertwine.
I won’t respond to you,
As in this moment, in this world, I am no longer alive,
But trust when I say that
Several dimensions away,
I’m doing just fine.
From my newest collection, "Sober".
LDP Apr 2020
Oh my bittersweet Blue Dream,
How I longed for you all my life.
You opened my eyes and showed me
Just how the ocean lovingly held the sky.
Closed lids, my soul feels alive,
It’s true that you can only dream
When your spirit finds peace,
With you, there’s no need for such thing as time.
Running through this field of you,
Dilated pupils, a broadened field of view,
I’m no longer blinded,
As I stare deeper into your green eyes,
Your embrace brings me closer
To the joy that was once so hard to find.
You’re deep in my lungs,
You’re my blessing, my sweet bliss,
In my bloodstream is where I call you mine.
From my newest collection, "Sober".
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