#toolate poems on Hello Poetry

Ottar Feb 2015

No point in chasing me for my money,
It found a red tide, isn't that funny,
No point in chasing me for my time,
Spend it all doing prose and rhyme,

No point in getting into my flesh,
I might be confused and think it a test,
No point in cheering me up and on,
It might leave you feeling put upon,

No point in breaking down these unfeeling fortress walls,
You won't find me, getting lost by the sounds, the echoes, along halls,
No point in remembering
landmarks on my skin and the bend of my joints,
You won't know where I have gone,
which one of 360 degree compass points,

Experience the ocean,
Scent the wind,
and throw my ashes there,
for when you find me,

My arms open wide, my hands too,
were painting pictures on the sky,
of me and you,

It will be at the end of my journey,
Failures outnumber successes,
I gave up and gave in.

But for now, to journey...anyone want to keep me company, everyday will be, I hope a new and exciting adventure.

#toolate #781 #reinvention

Thoughtskeeper Feb 2015

Chaotic thoughts II

But now it's too late.
And now I'm asking you

Asking you questions..
But you don't know what to answer.

Don't know what to say
After all that you've done.

Days, Weeks, Months
Without texting me.

Cause you don't know what to say.
Don't know how to feel.
Don't know how to love.

#love #thoughts #late #toolate

Sombro Jan 2015

Mirrors are like Mockeries

'Hold the candletip to my fingertips', she said
Shuddering under the weight of heat
And my incredulous stare.

'Do it'. she ordered, and I did,
Believing a love without identity would last as long,
'Cut off my hair.' she shouted

I did, it stuck up short
Cowlicks on her forehead
'Enough.' I said. She shook her head.

'Squeeze my chest, love, and don't be gentle,
For I shall know in the heave of my breast.'
I did and she cracked within under the hate of how much I wanted.

'Now, take my words-'
'What?'
'Let me finish.' she said

'Take my words and give me yours,
We can share one voice,
My God we can.'

I took my words,
Though it was agony to rip them free
And she received them without thanks.

Her hair short, her words shorter
Her chest flat, her fingers flatter
Before me a mirror stood

I tried to see her face, but only hated mine
And told myself I would never see her again
I realised too late her difference was what made me love her.

#love #difference #toolate #realising

Steele Jan 2015

Dear Dad,

....              Growing up,
I                     thought I was the hero in our family. You never whipped out hate                 in the form of a belt; You never left a mark. But it didn't hurt your                case any less; It didn't hurt us any less. I offered my bruised
face                for you to vent your rage on; I took hard words and hard shoves
so...            the rest of them didn't have to. (You had too many kids by the way.)

"Go              for broke" doesn't apply when it comes to kids. With Mom
away"          you never had a chance, and I get that, but seven punching bags?
"Stop              at two in the next life, don't go for seven. You couldn't handle
it."                  You didn't deserve us, I don't care if you do now. Do
"You               even deserve us now? You've changed, you're stronger. You
are                 not the man you used to be, and I get that. But that man was fine
hurting          me whenever he didn't get his way, or work went bad. You left
me."                alone in the dark to rot into this hateful, bitter man I am today.

You                are a good father, now. You're raising the youngest with so much
care.              But I don't know if that's enough for me. God help me, but
I                     can't forgive you, even now. Even after all the effort I
know             you're putting in, because it's not for my sake. It's for his, and
that                isn't good enough. It's too little too late. I'd sign "I love you" but...

I just
don't
any more.

This isn't for you, it's for me, but I post what I write, so here you go.

#life #pain #end #abuse #father #dad #goodbye #family #toolate

Ember Evanescent Oct 2014

TOO LATE

She met a boy
And she's in love
Her mother disapproves

Her mother says he's trouble
But she adores this boy
He's someone she'll never lose

Forbidden to see him
She meets him in secret
Every single night

He calls her many
pretty things
They keep their affair out of sight

The boy she loves
Has killed a man
Police are on his trail

She has a choice
To hide her love
Or watch him rot In jail

In the dead of the night
She leads him to the house
Through the creeky back door

Gun still in his hand
The pair tiptoe
Across the kitchen floor

Her mother finding out
About this situation
Is among her highest fears

They sneak up
to her bedroom
And she bursts into tears

What have you done?
She cries to him
He shoves her onto the ground

Tells her to shut up
Curses at her
Warns her not to make a sound

There's a pounding on
The door they came in
She follows him down continuing to cry

The stranger he owes
Stalked him here
And tells him to pay or die

Her lover's gun fires
The stranger falls
****** and still as a rock

They turn to see her mother
Who heard voices and came down
Her eyes filled with horror and shock

Without even flinching
Her lover aims his weapon
And says she's seen to much

Her mother's screams
Echo off the walls
She's bleeding and cold to the touch

Sobbing at her dying mother's side
He shoots her too
Saying I'm sorry it had to end this way

Then leaving them both
To die alone
Her "lover" runs away

Father comes down to his ****** family
She whispers Sorry daddy
He calls 911 and they all wait

But by time they arrive
Just like her apology
It simply is too late

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#twisted #toolate #woahifoundagrape

Ember Evanescent Oct 2014

Until it's too late to save them

Tick tock. Tick tock. The sound of a clock, the sound of finger nails on a chalk board adds to the ticking, a sound like rushing air but no breeze enters the chamber and then ringing silence and pitch black darkness cloaks the dim lighting and an atrocious familiar scream issues from below your feet and the lights flicker back on.

How it feels when someone you love is hurting...

and you don't know how bad they were hurting

until it's too late to save them.

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#pain #screaming #hurting #toolate

Altering Atmospheres Oct 2014

t h e - m o s t - v a l u a b l e - t h i n g - i ' v e - h e l d - i n - m y - h a n d s

I'm sorry I wasn't able to hold your heart
the way it should have been held
with all the care I could ever give

I'm sorry your heart was the most precious thing I've ever held onto
that I got so scared I trembled
and dropped it to the ground

I'm even more sorry that I wasn't able to pick it up
I did not even try to hold it ever again
instead I stomped on it until it was a
myriad pieces too late to be restored

Originally ends with: I'm sorry I'm not sorry because you're a *******. You can stick your head up your *** for all I care!!

It was meant to be a ruined poem.

#love #heart #you #me #sorry #care #toolate

Screams From Within Sep 2014

Untitled

Remember my insomnia during the night?
The times I spent doing nothing those nights
But one night it lit up a fuse
Why don’t I put it to good use?

So I wrote this poem all night long
Kept thinking and thinking what was wrong
So it took a while to be complete
But I hope that your heart will skip a beat

Imagine me just reading this to you
With feelings and emotion that will pass through
Your heart that has emptiness inside
I’ll fill it with love that is deserved by a bride

Although this poem may be very long
But please read it through just like a song
For this contains the love from my heart
With feelings and emotions, now let me start

Sometimes it hurts me when you’re being cold
When you say I’m immature when I’m quite old
That’s why we often have a fight
That goes on forever in the night

I’m sorry for the things that I’ve done
But I’m just afraid that you’ll be gone
And I know I get mad at the things you do
But please forgive me like you always do

Cause girl you’ll always be fragile to me
But I’ll protect you with courage and glee
That’s why don’t cry when you feel fear
Just call on me and I’ll be there

To me these times are also rough
But I know together we will be tough
We'll win against those that keep us apart
Cause girl you're always in my heart

To serve and protect you just like the police
To hear your problems like your psychiatrist
To love you till death like a child’s mother
To forever take your side just like a father

With every twist and turn i miss you more
The feeling of my bed feels like the floor
But I’ll just imagine you by my side
Hand in hand in every stride

Just seeing you makes me wanna cry
But i can finally sleep now… knowing you’re nearby
After our stride you’ll kiss and tell me good night
And I’ll smile all night as i sleep by your side

A poem sent by my ex-lover the night after I broke up with him.
I was too sad, back then, while reading such heartfelt piece yet I made sure that I won't fall for it.
No, not again.

#love #sad #us #insomniac #toolate #chancesoverload

Meg B Sep 2014

Words to Say from Far-Away

On a Wednesday,
here I lay
with so many things
I want to
say.

Even though
on deaf ears
it would
fall,
I still fight that urge
to call
you
and explain
the disdain
I maintain
from what you refrained
to give,
to do,
to live;
you withdrew.

How I wish I could say,
"I know you'll be back
someday.
I know you'll be in dismay,
in disarray,
for going astray,
for walking away
from what we could've made.
To realizations you will come;
to emotions you will succumb;
regretful you will become
when you recognize what you've done;
you'll become numb,
petrified of
what's been
undone.
By the time
you find
your peace of mind,
the strength inside;
when from vulnerability
and love
you no longer hide;
that someday
when you try
to reappear at my side,
I
will be far-away,
no longer with any
words I wish
to say."

#love #words #fear #anger #lost #goodbye #shame #say #toolate