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Trixia Feb 5
when i miss you
i say your name
when i look at your picture
i talk to you
hoping you’d also talk to me
even when you’re a thousand miles apart
missing you is ****
cause even all the materialistic things are
with me i always have this part of me empty
a void that could never be patched by a bandaid
a soul incomplete of saturation
when i hear your voice it suddenly feels okay
when you call my name
everything feels alright
at day time i could tell i was happy
at night time i couldn’t avoid the sorrows
that you aren’t with me anymore
singing songs before i sleep
playing with my hair
little kisses— it’s all gone
it’s sad to know that the person
you love leaves you like
a pop of bubble ready to be lost
Mackenzie Jan 15
I know who I am
My moral's
Things that cannot shake me
But I'm drowning in my sorrow's
All of the things that continue to break me
I have let the bad things shape me
Mold me into a form I do not recognize
I know who I am
She is very hard to find
Under the debris and
The dark night's I can still see
My moral's
the things that cannot shake me
But I let the bad things break me
I dig and I dig through the mess
I’m depressed
My moral's may be something
I silently put to rest
No more to dream the sadness and sorrow of
the year that has just passed me
by
a pain that had seemed endless thought never to go away I awoke today
and felt the pressure
slowly
easing
and If I have asked too much In life and admit so then how forgiving will the world be toward
me
But should I grow  to old to be able to care look after myself anymore I just hope I will have done enough to end my days
happy
Many thoughs I've had to day a few which I've written down
Bliss Jan 5
Your face bring permanence
to the colours of spring.
You make my fate to
bow down to me.
If i have your sorrows, those
of the universe mean nothing to me.
Your love make my days and nights
look like wooven in silk and brocade.
You are my alma-mater of love
who teach me the purity of love.
You doesn't make my heart to skip a beat
infact you add more to them.
Your face give me tranquillity
in this hubbub world...
Hey, You are my infinite sky..
Sumaira Asghar Dec 2018
When you thought
it was roaring
to scare and to swallow you,
the ocean was
addressing you with love.
With its arms wide open
It drew you closer,
to liberate your filthy sorrows,
to set your soul free
from the weights of regret
and drown to death
your old mad misery.
Amanda Dec 2018
Thoughts are eating me alive
I feel sharp bites as they gnaw
Bleeding out pints of sense and reason
From conclusions I draw

I am glad to drift to sleep every night
Even with precious time flying by
Happy to experience any relief
No problems behind closed eyes

Conversations filling free dreams floating within
Attempting to be understood
Have no interest in indulging opinions
Hanging silent in my head, engraved in 'would'

In efforts to turn around my thinking
I stuff my mind with different distractions
Put hands to use with various tasks
Only substances bring satisfaction

I need to unearth the causes
Responsible for lack of peace
Little by little learn to be happy
Sorrows burning my brain will cease
Thoughts can cause more damage than anything else
Thorns Dec 2018
It's a weapon
It's the truth
It's a lie
It's a reason why
You should stay alive
To write your poems
To write your stories
To write
Show us what's in your heart
So we can help
So we can write something to help
That's the pen's job
To write
To help
The pen
A pen that writes it's sorrows, will never run out of ink.-Thorns
Zainab Dec 2018
I can't feel that bliss,
of peace
As the day goes by,
hope departs
Myself breaks apart
Melancholy is an intimate friend
Shattered heart,
which none can mend

Aggravating desolation
Absolute imperfection
Soliciting for serenity
Are these sorrows here for eternity?

Solitude expounds me
Infinite gloom surrounds me
Desires for splendid happiness
Grim reality manifests utter darkness
It wasn't your beauty that gave my  heart tinkles
It was love at first sight
Right now I feel I rushed
Maybe it was **** or an infatuation that made me choose you over the others
That made me opt for green instead of blue
Your arms clothed me with warmth and now all they do is make me catch a cold
Love can be so sweet in the beginning before you know it's  bait dragging you to your own grave
I've walked through paths full of thorns and never bled
Got shot many times and never died
I guess its time to define reality
I don't love you anymore for you have turned every smile into a tear and made me sad when I needed a cheer
Its time to turn off the  radio
I don't wanna hear your favorite song ever again
For the pain you caused me burns inside of me like ****
And everything that reminds me of you is as bad as sin
Eslam Dabank Nov 2018
Your favourite song, I yesterday listened to,
The lyrics passed by,
And I didn't remember you.
The melody was synchronised with my laughs,
Even though, you said, the song represents,
The pain you've been through.
I didn't remember your talks,
I didn't remember your cries,
My pain won't be watered with tears,
The season of blooming is to end.

Instead of holding your hand,
I held my sorrows.
Instead of feeling love,
I felt you killing me with your arrows.
Instead in living in our dreams,
I lived in endless hallows.
Instead of having you,
I had, only shadows.
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