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Nessa dieR Aug 2016
In your arms I found the open ocean;
Tides, waves, my serene sea,
The most pleasant feeling of a morning breeze.
In your eyes the best night skies;
A Rhythm bright enough to leave the sun behind
and wake up the night in just a heartbeat.
My heartbeats.
Cracked and Irregular by your every move.
In your fingers untold mysteries;
tangled within my own in secrets with the promises of never letting go.
In your hair my favorite melody;
Loud, and ruthless music for my deaf ears:
A Symphony only I can hear.
In your lips my muse;
Better than Erato and Calliope combined,
Carelessly whispering verses
To last me the entire day,
Softer than the birth of Roses.
My Roses.
For they are just for me,
Sprouting from your lips, and blossoming with my touch.
Our touch.
*In you I found poetry.

With verses resting at your lips,
My muse
Nessa dieR May 2016
Photos haunt me like the souls of fresh corpses
memories
Victims of time.
The ink poured and pooled on my floor
Smiles vanishing past all the gore.
Polaroids, Polaroids
Help Me Forget!
Loving him was my biggest regret.
Nessa dieR Feb 2016
Walls without window
Floor without feet
Room without Roof
Shouldn't I feel free?
But instead my throat is sore
And my eyes stream with pain

**I don't think life was meant for me
And these years have been in vain.
Use your arms to lift me away
From the walls that we have made...
Nessa dieR Oct 2015
Starting to feel the cold in my hands.
The sound of my breaking voice.
Agonizing light.
A Still world
and again in darkness.
The time is near,
And a slow whisper tells my soul:
"He is not worth all of this."
**Maybe I shouldn't wait anymore...
Nessa dieR Oct 2015
I hear them all,
I hear them say:
This Love you feel,
Is not meant to stay.

This love is so strange
It'll drive you mad
Smiling through tears
At the thought of what you had.


I hear them whisper, "we are nothing but blind"
Their voices get tangled in my mind.
They question me
And never let me see
When will they just let this love be?
Nessa dieR Jul 2015
Thinking by myself**

For how long was I Afraid
Of my own Destiny.
Fearing I would fade
Loosing my identity

I was living on isolation
Afraid of what I'll lose
Afraid of sweet temptation...
What a lame excuse.
Nessa dieR Jul 2015
Oh knight in shining armor,
Tender heart beneath the shield.
I know you didn't mean to harm her;
But it will take a while to heal.
Nessa dieR Jul 2015
I thought I was the girl with everything
If only you could stay
Thought I had it all and anything*
But those were lies I've been forced to say
And find myself searching;
Looking at all the things you've been saying to me:
No reasons. No answers.
Why couldn't I see?
                        Do I deceive myself?
Make of things what I want them to be
all through those days
when you were all that meant to me?
Nessa dieR Jul 2015
Have you ever loved someone so much
But knew the fee was high
That every time you shed a tear
He made you want to die.

Have you ever looked into his eyes
And said a little prayer?
Have you ever confided on all the lies
And wished to feel better.

Have you ever felt his heartbeat,
When he told you to do so?
And whisper, "Why, if you don't love me
Do you never let me go."

Have you ever tried so hard not to cry
Just so he won't hear.
Have you ever at least tried
To hide such huge amount of fear.
Nessa dieR Jul 2015
“Albert Camus wrote that the only serious question is whether to **** yourself or not.
Tom Robbins wrote that the only serious question is whether time has a beginning and an end.
Camus clearly got up on the wrong side of bed, and Robbins must have forgotten to set the alarm.
There is only one serious question. And that is: Who knows how to make love stay?
Answer me that and I will tell you whether or not to **** yourself.”
― Tom Robbins, Still Life with Woodpecker
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