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I wish I believed in soul mates,
But that would require me to have a soul,

It’s not that I am cold or cruel,
It’s just if I believed souls were real;
Then i would also have to believe
In reincarnation,

And I’ll be ******
If I have to spend
Another
Lifetime
With
You.
Sillva Oct 2018
I have reached a breaking point
that has slowly led every thought of you on to the ground.
My tears have reached onto this paper,
Before this letter surfaced up to the light.

Day by day
This message has become a nightmare
And maybe this will fall onto Depth Ears.
Maybe you'll never read this,
Perhaps you'll never find it.
Maybe one day, you will see
I  was sincere with my words,
spilling them out like  a waterfall.
It's a unwanted power
As if a Queen left golden strands of hair behind.
All these years of assumptions
have become worse
A Gore to bare with.

A Lost color for my soul

                                                BY
                                                    ERS
Jeff Gaines Apr 2018
I know a girl, everyone does.
All she wants is fun.
She won't be having cereal today,
she'll have everything under the sun.

She don't read the paper.
She don't watch no news.
Why would she care about someone elses troubles
if they will never buy her shoes?

She don't need no man.
She don't need no gun.
So many rides to take her there,
she don't walk, much less run.

She's got no time to cry.
She's won't listen to the Blues.
Nothing in the world matters to her,
unless it's something she can use.

She has lots of friends.
She'll dance with them all night.
But she cares not that they ain't real,
cuz she's forever high as a kite.

She don't care about no art,
unless it's something she can wear.
The thing she loves to look at most
is in the mirror there.

She's just loves making trouble.
She's always causing a stir.
But she don't bother about anything in the world,
cuz it revolves around her.

It's almost sad to watch her live her life,
always seeking to ring her own bell.
A living, breathing, ******* a mission
to fill a vacant, soulless shell.

She stares down into her pond, from her big ivory tower.
She'll never be happy and even less so,
as a helpless little flower.
If you don't know who this is really about, the first line is a clue ... they can be seen on their own reality shows (past and present), gossip shows, tabloid shows (and IN the tabloids) and any and all social media. Naming names would only beg a flame war. If you don't understand the last line, then Google "Narcissus" ... it will explain.
James Alai Feb 2016
I am embarrassed to say
that I fell head over heels
for a psychopath.
This girl had a smile that melted my heart
and a knife that stabbed me in the back.
She had warm lips that kissed me
And sharp teeth that bit me.

Did I mention that she was nuts?

She was a sociopathic, multible peraonalitied, souless harlot
who ****** out my soul and **** me out.

....but she was pretty though
Tanisha Jackland Dec 2015
It’s the beautiful ones who
Always give us
This dead look

They offer up
those piercing long
gone eyes to search you
For any soul that they may
Have left

And it is a cold vengeance
They’re hunting for
To steal from you
The lost thing
That never made them
human anyway

I’m afraid I may catch it somehow
The frosty vacant look
That tells me that I’m on my way out
And yet they are already gone…
Manic Brilliance Sep 2015
Thoughts of suicide broken life,

My tears hidden by the blood on the knife.

Will you miss me, will you care?

Eventually you will forget that I'm not there.

So what does it matter if I go away.

Not farewell, but goodbye today.

How long will it take to be reborn?

To another human body scorn.

Failure to communicate,

when you arrive it will be too late.

Saddened although I have you,

my heart is riddled with broken views.

Peace is what I want and freedom sense.

But I just seem to always fail again.

So in these words I bid you go.

Goodbye forever, yours truly - soul.
Once the broken becomes empty. You wonder what ever happened to your old friend, your soul.
Tee Aug 2015
after tearing every ligament,and pulling every muscle in my arms, my legs, and torso, it dawned upon me suddenly when i realized that you dont reach for love with your body, you reach for it with your soul...



...now i'm ******.
just what my fingers decided to type.
Ami Shae May 2015
If ever I stumble upon your soul
I will find a way to let you know
and I'll do my best to give it to you
so that you and your soul can travel through
this crazy life united as one--
as a souless life seems (somehow) so undone...
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