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Amanda Kay Burke Jan 2021
No good for the heart
No good for my self-respect
Good for only pain
Love!
What is it good for?
Only pain and suffering...
Ashima S Dec 2020
I saw
Two yellow leaves
Fall to their end
(Or was it just the beginning?)

They twirl
Let the air carry them
Wherever

And in them,
I saw us
Inseperable
Even in suffering
(or was it desire?)
Oops I wrote a love poem....
MisfitOfSociety Dec 2020
Heaven’s just too high above.
How will I be able to reach you
If my arms aren’t long enough?
Do you hear me when I call to you?

Is it not enough to pray?
Take my pain away!

No one should have to go through this.
Lay this burden to rest.
Why’d you come down and take her?
In death do your hands grow gentler?

This cross is far too heavy.
Watch as it breaks my body.
Returning me to the dirt,
Delivering me to the cradle of earth.
Where the pain can not reach me.

When I close my eyes for the last time
And open them, will I see her again?
There is a lie in believe,
So why should I believe you
When you say
That if I pray
You will take my pain away?
Note: This was written a while back. My mind set has changed.
Kaitland Dec 2020
Fate I believe is true
Most disagree on this topic
But I must believe it
For my life too sour
To swallow a spoonful without belief
If everything happens for a reason
My suffering somehow preplanned
I can open my mouth and pretend
This bittersweet sadness will end.
N Dec 2020
I fear my brittle heart cannot
bear another harsh winter

On a quiet night
when my soul departs,
do not suffer

Though I will be asleep for
the many winters to come

Tenderly, I shall
embrace thee in a dream
Acina Joy Dec 2020
I cried again, at the thought of her
in between all the drifting stars.
I cried again, at the thought of her
in between my throbbing scars.

I asked my papa, when it'd leave
when my pain would finally stop,
but he shook his head in reprieve,
and from his mouth came a cough,

"It never leaves, only dulls,
never hardens, but never is the same;
you're my daughter, my only daughter,
you and I, we share a pain
."

Mama, I cried, at the thought of her,
especially on the day when I left;
I came back into your loving arms,
and from my mouth, I finally wept.
wonder where they are now
jdmaraccini Apr 2013
Dizzy as a blemished work of art a hollow shell my soul screams
With wings as black as a raven, Cupid was perched on a burning tree
With laughter, he hissed music, my friend?
then pulled out a harp with chains at the end
The air became thick as fog slithered in
then Cupid began to sing

Once together now torn apart I am not your enemy
she was the one who broke your heart and cost you everything
So hear me strum my lonely harp and speak of your misery
Make your soul mine to keep and her life shall end immediately


With a wave of his hand, I crumpled to my knees
Next thing I knew he leaped to the sky and vanished behind the trees
With wings as black as a raven, I sing the song of Cupid
Cupid and the burning tree
© JDMaraccini 2013
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