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Kee May 2017
why does it hurt so bad
when does the pain ever stop
when will my tears dry
when will my love for you vanish
why are you always invading my thoughts
i'm tired of seeing you in my dreams
your face on other peoples body
i want to reach out
but you're happy now
happy without me
Cherisse May May 2017
I'm sorry
For breaking my promise
Of not hurting myself
Ever again.

I'm so sorry
For being the blade
That cuts through
Myself, bleeding, thoughts whispering

I'm so sorry
For not being
The perfect person
You've always wanted.

And I'm sorry
For existing
If all you ever wanted
Was for me to vanish in the first place.
Melisa Bernards Feb 2017
I'm suffocating.
I want to claw my way out of my skin
Not caring how ****** and torn I'd be, for I am that already
A shredded corpse disguised as whole
Mimicking the beat from a counterfeit heart.

I'm imploding.
Being pulverized by crushing defeat
Innocence vanquished and forgotten
A casualty of immense desolation.

I'm disintegrating
Vanishing from existence
Evaporating from memory
Until all that remains is.......
Crystal June Feb 2017
Babe, we're living in times of history.
It's happening right before our eyes,
But all I do is lie in misery
And wish for warmer skies.

I'm sitting here watching time pass me by.
You're running with it.
I'm trapped in a bed of sorrows and lies,
But I made it myself.

---

Time slowed on the way to Kentucky.
The golden leaves of the southern trees --
I saw it all,
Every last imprint of mother nature's kiss.

It was in that land that father and mother coexisted for a period
Without time,
Without noise,
Without fear,

But that was the land of yesteryear.

Here time sped up, but me,
Well, I'm still stuck
Living in slow motion, and you
Couldn't wait for me.

It's only fair,
For I accelerated far too far for a fair young girl,
Wind in my pigtails
And hope in my heart.

The thing about using hope for fuel
Is that it's a limited resource that drains
                                                                    too
                                                                        soon.

I slowed down and for a time
Found you running by my side,
But my hope ran empty
And your heart ran cold,
And you left me coughing in your path,
Following footsteps that grew older by the second.

I lost you when I lost myself.

For now, I'm still where you left me.
I only got so far as I did
Because you replenished my hope for a short-lived spell,
But I'm too slow for your bustling heart --
I couldn't keep up with your footsteps.

The path is gone.
I vanished with it.
PS Feb 2017
I could have any kind of conversation
With any kind of man
But the ones we want to talk to us
Never, ever do
They all stop in the end.
They all vanish like it was pretend.
Talking in circles.
Rochelle Nov 2016
And our hearts desire more,
So it's this that we'll look for.

As we walk along this road,
We'll travel so far.
But if we come to a stop,
It's never the end.

And our hearts desire more,
So it's this that we'll look for.

As we continue,
We'll come across obstacles.
But if we struggle over,
It's now in the past.

And our hearts desire more,
So it's this that we'll look for.

And once you leave my sight,
I can no longer look.
But once you vanish from my heart,
I can no longer live.

And my heart longed for you,
But you could never see it through.
I'm hurt, just a little.
a common practice is subscribed to at the place
why on earth they do it defies one's mind space
over an extended period one has seen their escapade
which has the appearance of a staged parade

each person clocks in with something to show
then they'll remove it off the submission's row
how fascinating for one to amusingly sight
it'll happen both by morning and beneath lamp light  

just a few minutes ago one saw this very thing
being openly displayed inside the writer's ring
a piece was put up for everyone's eyes to review
without any notice the work vanished from view

on not being able to find its new dwelling spot
one wondered about this their most interesting plot
a mere peek a boo is all they'll let you see
before they erase what was in their lines lee

you've got to be quick to read the material
if you are not you'll miss the fast paced serial
one knows the capers that they do imbibe in
that's why one watches with the broadest grin
Nof Landas Jun 2016
Oh I wish I could fill your emptiness
But all I am is a shattered pieces
That is slowly vanishing as the wind harshly blows.
Alan S Bailey Jun 2016
If but in another world, another realm,
One where I could be yours to hold,
To cherish your touch, your dark and
Challenging eyes glimmering, against
The backdrop of your boyish hair, short
And shimmering.

What if another time, another space,
We could share a kiss, our night embrace,
Why if we could have had just one chance,
This is the only life, then we must part,
Sparkling the stars, how I'd love to see them
In your beautiful, lovely, tender arms...*

So the rain it falls and falls for you,
And the drought and sun it calls,
Reflecting sad and weary pain so true,
This misery followed by gladness,
This manic world is really blue,
Yes it will be so very blue for you.
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