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SøułSurvivør Feb 2016
and
liar
you
came
to
steal
now
my
chest
will
never
heal

you
came­
in
just
to
depart
and
as
you
did
you
ripped  
my              
♡                        

.
SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/7/2016
Viseract Feb 2016
Met a demon at the crossroads,
Under the night sky
Called her out because I wanted her
And I needed help to fly

"Possess me" I said,
Then a rush of warmth filled my veins
Why I needed her I didn't know
But love drives me insane

For payment she stole something,
Although I guess she played her part
She helped me get my life back on track
But now she has my heart
I don't view you as a demon, it just emphasizes my main message
Pauline Morris Feb 2016
I look back on years gone by
Trying to figure out the how and why
How we clung to each other trying to easy the pain
We clung to each other in the cold November rain
The rains have come around again this year
All alone I'm standing here
Head held down
As this cold *** rain splatters on the ground
Making puddles at my feet
Was I travel down this dead end street
The cold penetrates my bones
For your not here I'm all alone
Your memories can't keep me warm
Only images of you in my mind are formed
They where desperate times for you and me
But looking back I can clearly see
We where never ment to be
I was only a life raft in your troubled sea
I wish I'd known then I was just your crutch
That I didn't mean that much
For now the only sound that resounds
In this frozen heart of mine, is this cold November rain falling down
Pauline Morris Feb 2016
I'd drive a steak through your heart
But you don't have one
You knew from the start
You was only gonna play with me for fun
You said all the right words
Preformed all the right rituals
Around the edges you left it blurred
To me, you would become habitual
Like a cobra you left me hypnotized
With your hips swaying to the dance
The piercing gaze of your eyes
You knew I never had a chance
To you I was just a toy
Something to play with when you was bored
Something to fill the void
On your shelf you kept me stored
But I fell off your shelf and shattered
So you swept me to the side
After all to you I didn't really matter
You have left me cold and chide
Your useless toy tossed to the side
Em Feb 2016
You take
everything,
everything that was mine,
everything that you pretended was yours,
everything except responsibility for yourself.
For the girl who thinks her vernacular is superior to my wit.
Pauline Morris Jan 2016
The heart has no bones, but I heard it shatter
The day you turn and walked away, I heard the clatter
I heard it plainly over the,"I still love you"that I muttered
Now I'm left with all this clutter
Where did your fiery love go
I'll never understand, I'll never know
I shut my eyes to my new reality
Because behind my eyes, you with me is all I see
I don't want to live a life that your not in
So I shut my eyes for the very last time,I will never open them again
AfterImage Jan 2016
Awkward astronomer-lover.
Your nebulae concept:
The universe drawing together,
A delighted animation.
We ruefully laughed onshore,
That profound abstruse oxygen.
Their unappetizing myopia,
Misguided eye sockets.
I picked out words that stood out to me in the book I was reading and arranged them as best I could. This is the result. It's refreshing. I might do it again.
Pauline Morris Jan 2016
Lips so red
Looks like they've bled
For the lies you've spread

Eyes so blue
They're soulless too
Your blackness grew

Your arms entrap
Ensnare, react
I'm imprisoned, snapped

Your heart is hollow
In evil you waller
You make me scream and holler

Out of control
Out for my soul
My heart you stole
edwill makamu Jan 2016
I should've known, but how could I?
They've written and said in the book of the Lord
No one knows the day and the time
His angels, the son either; they know not

If I knew, I wouldn't have left
I would have taken possession of my belongings
I would've aim at the back of the entrance
I would've spot from afield

Because I believe when they say,
The snake which is seen doesn't bite
I would've battled the war if that's what it takes.

I should've known, but how could I?
sorrow, thoughts, imagineries after my my laptop and some other stuff has been stolen.
the hate
comes from every angle
but mostly from the heart
in spite of glaring
desperation
that leaves the
lawn uncut;
as if littered driveways
and starving dogs
justify another term
of stolen wealth
After watching the recent debates.
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