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What do I do when I'm just a man
who doesn't understand living without her?
And what do I do in the mornings I wake
When all the minor blue melodies take over me?
I thought it would be fun to write from different perspectives of people in a break up and this is what I came up with.
It's just an October Love
I've got you wrapped around my finger
It's just a spring fling
I won't see you after this
In Australia it is spring in October
Without warning
My mornings are boring
My feet explore the floorings to the kitchen
No new exposition only the same position
Where's the auditions for brand new scenes for the morning
Same mornings lead to long days that play out the same scenes
Same Long days keep me longing for something more
Life is boring tbh
Sandy Sep 2021
is there any end to the
soul which sticks to you;
simply not listening to
your heart, made
the branches go dry

many farmers came and
water dripped and
drenched the soil
but the branches never
got wet.
the trees go dry
as time went..
Sandy Aug 2021
on the day
of the hearts sun
the glowing bloom
which shed upon her

his first ever love
couldn't even recognize her
still he look back
to catch a glimpse

of the divine beauty
her eyes present to him
his heart was forever sealed
in cage of her skin
Some days I see myself outbound like an 80's movie...
living life day by day, wondering what lays ahead of the play.
I love life, because of the good and bad, but off course, bad things can't cut it, but we have to get what's bad to get the greater things in life.

No, no silly, i' am not talking about politics, or the crap happening right now...but the adventures in our personal lives that we go through every single day.

Being with you tonight was like two fishes who swam together in lovers hearts, synchronized in nostalgia.
When we lock eyes, emotions spur into greatness.

You held my hand as we walked underneath the starry night, so quiet and dark, playing hide and seek around the truck parked in the front yard, and as i looked back at you, we swung a hug in each other's warm arms along with a never forgotten kiss.

Your kisses, one by one, are always cherished and never forgotten...also when you're leaving to go home, i take a photograph of your lips in my mind, how they feel pressed against mine.

As I walk underneath the pear tree nd lights flashing underneath from the garden below shining unto my minty laced robe of satin, catching your eyes once again on mine in a new pictured memoir.

I love nostalgia, who doesn't?
it helps you feel like you belong...
when no one else is there to help sing your song.

I have been a day dreamer since a youngling, and will always
continue to do so throughout my living days.
happiness comes through dreams,
and when you believe in those dreams
you can really see
your true
reality.
Zoe Mae Jul 2021
Cheer up
Look up
Everything will be okay

Life's a gift
A silly game
Everyone loves to play

Stop worrying
Don't fret
It'll all make sense

Be positive
Stay open
Let down your defense

Just do it
Get motivated
Get your *** out of bed

Have some coffee
Watch the news
Get out of your head

Keep trying
Never quit
Nothing's easy
Don't you know?

You got to want it
It's in your hands
This is your only show
I tried to be optimistic. Thank you to the two people who took the time to read it.
RedAgain Jul 2021
echoing laughter emanates through empty tunnels
hidden from that safe red street lamp glow;
and I quietly notice how I am always a shadow
in the trees that move in the wind as they’re changed by the season.

A collection of lost souls I nurture and hold as I rock myself to sleep
And I can’t cry for them
any more than I can  for myself.

The silent, gentle suffocation
which squeezes the breath from my lungs
snuffing out the candles
I meticulously lit on my way to my room.
It’s still and dark and creeping
and I feel the energy to smile slip away as I talk

Just as quickly as the uncertainty
which shuffles in uninvited
and steals the silverware from the kitchen.

An audience applauding the self deprecation Muffling the screams for help
As i’m invited to their table
but never quite loud enough to shout above the off stage rumble.
I woke up one day,
filled with fierce eyes.
Checked the time
&
didn't want
to get out-of-
bed.

Another hour
Another day,
Time flashes by
through hearts
dismay.

Planted
my feet on
the hard wood crevices
feeling my cold morning flesh
touch the floor
feeling
alive.

Glanced into the mirror
and here i' am again
a female beast
in disguise.

Tryin
to do my best
live day by day
to be treated like
an angry animal
through the
day

Breathing
&
living tired of the pain
I want to get away
somewhere far
far...far
away.

Sip
my cold drink
sometimes i may
not want to eat
so I slip my shoes on
and take a deeper breath
in then walk my way
out the front
door.

Seems
to me, the morning
is pretty quiet, with a fresh
dew and sunrise groom.
When I look around
there's no one in site
until the day goes by
and their back in
life.

Take
me away
from this ugly place
this is not my home
but a temporary warmth
filled with childhood memories
within good and bad
filling me in like
a hawk searching
for roadkill
in the distance
of a backroad
smothered in
a raw
delight.
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