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Daksh Feb 7
Beautiful hair; 4 am, lights in the apartment room.

The notification made me jump from happiness, expecting it was you.

I'll talk with myself through it and tell it to shut up.

A week felt like a year.

Late-night talks were never seen again,
if seen: Tell them they were good

typing...
Daksh Jan 26
Night talks: every day.

Can I talk through you with this poem?

I loved it when we used to talk.
The moments when you used to tell me,
what you feel about me.

Now before I sleep,
I think about you,
every night
and I let you go.
Every night.
Kai Oct 2019
How is it going?
my brain is scheming
aches at my temple
don’t let me sleep
I’m doing fine!

How are you?
‘cause my life is messy
and everything feels heavy
I wish you would hold me
I miss hanging out.

I see you everyday?
it still wouldn’t be enough
if I can’t talk to you
the same way we used to
Yeah you’re right!
Conversations hold more than you know.
Smiling Queen Aug 2019
You got irritated with my boring talks,
Okay fine!
You got bored being in relationship with me,
Okay fine!
You want to live alone,
Okay fine!
You want to break up,
Okay fine!
But don't expect that I'll break up with you and live without you.
Yes I'll break up,
But I'll breakup with myself and
Die alone.

~your smiling queen :)
09/08/2019
My journey from a lover to a loser...
piper May 2019
at 4 am,
the world's asleep.
with only the sound of the flickering street lights,
the crickets that chirp at night,
and the occasional sound of tires rolling,
across the highway,
to serve as a reminder that dead silence does not exist.
the sound of the heavy sighs of truck drivers,
crossing miles upon miles of lonely roads,
the smell of the disgusting, overpriced coffee of tired business leaders,
bought the minute they get off their red eye flight.
still;
nothing can change,
the beauty that's there and remains;
at 4 am,
the world's a beautiful sight.


                                                  -YYC
it's beautiful until you can't wake up the next morning...
Laura Apr 2019
we talked until
there were no words
to say.
but not in
a bad way
just in calm silence.
since there were
things that I
couldn't put into words
and doors that you
couldn't open for me
just yet.
Skaidrum Mar 2019
——————
i.
a dragon's claw;
merely leftovers of the moon
from last night's revolution,
and he beseeched a god long absent:
"how'd you forget my name in the grave
last week?"


ii.
i break bones like i break bread,
and hell recoils at the rare mention of me;
"—we're using blood for watercolors baby—"
'cause sometimes,
i don't think they understand
my heart.

iii.
god took the world to the doctor,
and asked for a cure he couldn't afford;
for the sun has already set in the palms
of my hands, o' father...
and there can only be so many
bones knitted together in this womb.

iv.
recall that,
reality only reveals itself when it feels
like making a fool out of someone;
and i don't know what stage of grief
i'm in—
or if I'm even in one
at all.

v.
i drink tea with ghosts
every other tuesday,
trying to make sense of it all;
because at some point,
—i'll stop eating bullets for
people's whose eyes
pull triggers.

vi.
mama always did raise me to be a sword,
and i killed when she told me to.
because, you see—
the fragile things die
in the cold, and what i find interesting
is that i've remained;
and ultimately?
it's a beautiful thing.

vii.
and when will i learn?
that mercy is false hope amongst all else, darling,
but enough already;
this poem's got universes full
of emotional baggage.

viii.
you said
you're a dreamer?
great, get in line kid,
you'll get a chance to change the ******* world,
just take a number
—like the rest of us;
but, then again...
"the world has always been ready
to receive you, hasn't it?
"
amen to that,
amen indeed.

© Copywrite Skaidrum
Maria Etre Feb 2019
When was the last time
you called to show
your
emotions?
Eileen Black Jan 2019
Do you not see
Anything
Lovely about yourself after all this time i have been trying to
Love you? after all the words i’ve said or ways i’ve shown?
After
So many looks and smiles and hugs and compliments and confessions and talks and night drive? you don’t see?



I love you.
(The number of words in each line coincides with the numerical value of the capital letter.)
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