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Iz Dec 2018
Now
You see me
Now you don’t
I hide behind barriers
I draw lines
And I don’t cross them
My walls are high
My mirrors they are confusing
The smoke it’s thick
And I
I am scared to let anyone in
Lin Dec 2018
Darling , you know, you know
The tears inside me burns like fire
Though I promised you not to cry
Even though you've told me to be myself
Although you don't understand how difficult things are

Though I am strong
I've walked through a thousand forests in complete darkness
And I am still standing up

I gave up everything for you

My darling, my darling, I want to hold you and stroke through your soft hair
While you stab me with the knife a thousand times in my heart
Darling, I'll do everything for you

My life is so pathetic and complicated
But I'll continue to smile on the outside
While the tears and grief eats up my insides

Darling, my lovely, darling, I'm yours forever
Just a poem I wrote about being in an abusive relationship and still loving the person even if you should just leave.
pri Dec 2018
oh, oh,
you,
you made flowers grow in my lungs
-sweetheart, they’re so lovely,
but i cannot breathe.

ruby shards pierce my ears,
clear as glass, sharp as blades,
and you,
oh you,
are oceans away.

empty mornings,
late night smokes
-who i am i kidding
all i do is watch the clouds,
while you,
you,
are adrift.

i got the good side of things,
let your own heart bleed gold,
as i left in a tornado
of roses intertwined with a
soft musical song.
made of borrowed phrases and strange feelings
Caitlin Ellis Dec 2018
It is both a beautiful instance when;
the sound of rains' beginning patters
softly on the roof
and the silence afterwards
in rains' demise
K Balachandran Dec 2018
Your heart beating soft,
In mine echoes like drumbeats;
Your pizazz does more!
Lexie Dec 2018
You're so utterly soft
It is a comfort
Like a blanket of snow
On a sleeping village
Honestly. I would not think the same of love if I did not see yours.
Kate Dec 2018
I am cold.
But everyone says
You just need to get past my walls,
I am a warm person deep down.
They see what they want to but
I am cold as ice inside.
People will tell you
I have a sensitive side but
Hardly anyone sees.
What I truly am inside,
A heartless monster.
Still, my peers think they know
I am really a big softy.

Now read it bottom to top.
I tried to write this a while ago but ended up just going off on a rant instead so here is my newer version of that poem.
pri Dec 2018
if my life was all but a dream
it would be all but your dream,
your sweet melody-
soft piano keys and longing
they hit distant shores,
your shores

cold beaches
and colder nights,
warm fields,
warmer bodies close together
-that was our dream

but we-
we don’t dream anymore,
cold nights don’t become warm ones anymore,
i didn’t want to be with you anymore
anymore

i still write songs
they’re still for you,
they’re still dreams in my head,
taking your hand,
your shores in my head

if i love you was a promise
to you,
i love you was a dream,
for me,
it was only just a dream

but we-
we don’t dream anymore,
cold nights don’t become warm ones anymore,
i didn’t want to be with you anymore
anymore

but we-
we don’t dream anymore,
cold nights don’t become warm ones anymore,
i didn’t want to be with you anymore
anymore

i didn’t want to be with you anymore
(if my life was all but a dream)

cold nights aren’t so cold anymore
(it would be all but your dream)

we don’t dream anymore
(that wasn’t our dream anymore)
(song)
sushii Dec 2018
i recall the soft touch of your hand
on my infant cheek--

so delicate in the moment,
but so menacing later on.

i recall the warmth of your skin
as it comforted my shaking hand--

so calm in the moment,
but so frightening later on.

i recall the sweetness of your smile
as it had shone its luminescent glow upon me--

so beautiful in the moment,
but so unsettling later on.


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i can't quite understand
why you no longer hold my hand.

see, you have a light touch so full of love,
that it could burst at any moment--
giving way to something sour.

i don't see the reason
for you to make my eyelids change color every season.

see, i have bruises like silk
and blood like milk--
your emotions could drink it all in one sitting.

i don't understand
why my heart still beats if the scale of my wrongdoing is so grand.


see, i have a droplet of hope,



but it falls into an ocean of fear
Anna Nigma Nov 2018
**** this stupid
Big
******* massive
Enormous
country of ours.
This desolate land
God forsaken.
My skin is too soft,
My heart is too weak
to be dragged up and down coasts
Chasings stories and heartache.
A mail-order bride,
A ******* for love,
the mouse
who ran to the
Predator.
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