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sophia Nov 2018
i never knew the definition
of heartbreak and stipulation
agreements of dedication
love in deep hibernation.

it hurts to feel nothing
a sense of dignity and loathing
a rotten egg coating
over a sense of boding.

shatter-free me
it's all i want to be.
he's just like a bee
unnaturally sweet like honey
with a hidden deadly sting.
The wall, the wall, the wall
It has never stumbled, it will never fall,
The wall stands grand and makes you feel small,
The wall, the wall, the wall

They stand, they stand, they stand
Some stand on top of the wall,
Although they hold on by tooth and hand,
They stand, they stand, they stand,

Some fall, some fall, some fall
Some may fall off of the wall,
They crawl back, but cant get back on top,
And they realize they know nothing at all.
The wall, the wall, the wall
The scrunchie sits on the dresser not alarmed by my passing
The scrunchie sits unburdened by the twists and turn of everyday use.
The hair band is lifeless and yet more content than I will ever be.
You see, I’ve dug myself in a hole, I’ve built myself 4 walls, I’ve lost myself in the cascade.
For what is a house without someone to occupy it, and what is a wall without something to capture, and what is a scrunchie without hair for it to hold.
- AC
Araoluwa Jacob Nov 2018
Okay..
Fine..
I'll admit it...
I made so many rules.
But when you came into my life,
they became choices.
I said I wasn't  going to fall in love with anyone,
but I drastically fell for you.
You didn't fall with me.
However, your attention softened me.
Every time you gave me absolute attention,
I felt tension build in my chest
tension became affection,
affection grew and became stronger,
breaking the wall of rules that I built to prevent people like you.
Now I gave you a choice to follow those rules that I made.
I still don't know if you fell for me.
Even though I prayed for a barricade,
my heart has become like silk;
soft and smooth accepting your love that will soon fade.
But you are so beautiful,
An imperfect creature that has been blessed with the hands of God.
You broke my rules,
But I know you won't want to see me ruin,
Because your intentions are not that cruel.
Gabriel burnS Nov 2018
Ash outside
Sparks - encased
Just deny
If the world peeks
Through the keyhole

For it was meant for
It was meant for One

Whose eyes unlock the door
...barefoot 'cross the threshold
Mary Shanti Nov 2018
In one moment my eyes turned wide
Two times already that you webbed me with your lies
I told you three strikes, yet you cast me with a spell
Into some sort of fourth realm
Where five angels once delivered messages of freedom and hell
Only to be sworn out six times by the devil himself
Seven times you begged for my forgiveness
In eight different rooms I fled to find myself
Like a cat on its ninth life clinging to temporary walls
The tenth hour hits and I am relieved to be somewhere else
What wall is there that has never been breached?
No matter how thick, they’re just paper thin.
You think with your walls you’ll never be reached?
What are you keeping out? Or keeping in?

You put all your healing into that wall.
Each brick represents energy misplaced.
They will crush you when they crumble and fall.
What good are they then? What have they replaced?

Like Jericho, walls succumb to belief.
The walls you build are tools of betrayal.
Loving someone is your only relief.
What are you hiding from? To what avail?

Walls are remnants of cities forgotten,
Of cowards and failures long ago past,
Behind which dying cores have gone rotten.
Why guard your hurt? Do you want it to last?
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misha Nov 2018
it's better if
i don't speak
because
whatever words
come out of my
mouth, you'd
still be angry
with me
i won't say anything, next time. sorry

As a dear friend you care for me
Sure as the air I breathe
To love me anymore than this
Not sure if I believe
Each day anew the Sun will rise
But nighttime hides away
Thus, your love and affection
If here, will never stay

Was given Cinderella's ball
Before midnight's last strike
Must scurry from the pageantry
Else, face a certain fright
Extravagance would disappear
Revealing to the Prince
Her true self in the deepest way
The pains that made her wince

Afraid once she was vulnerable
Find out was all a lie
A ****** that would pierce through her heart
With certainty she'd die
Truth though, if given that moment
Each flaw the Prince could see
Each one a part of Cinderella;
Part of her beauty

Suddenly, she understood
She did not have to hide
What was closed off long time ago
And buried deep inside
Still with some fear, her heart she gave
And with a lightning strike
Fulfilled with happiness and love
And stepped into the light
I was toiling over the structure of this poem. I often like short succinct lines but almost every even and odd line are paired and could easily make four, four-line stanzas each with 7 iambs. Curious what others might think. Any comments are appreciated.  

Written: November 12, 2018

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