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God, was she beautiful.
She was my best friend.
I wanted her to be more than that.
We were inseparable
Always together.always on the phone. Always caring for each other.
We practically spent our whole lives together.
God the days we’ve wasted.

In this life and afterlife.

“mylove what would I do without you.”
“I don’t know. Die.?”
I chuckled jokingly.
“Exactly.”
“And what would I do without you.?”
“die.”
“Exactly.”
We shared a laugh together.
“I love you, don’t you ever forget that.”
I whispery shouted, while shifting up, focusing on her pearly brown eyes.
“I’m not going nowhere.”
She smiled.
I smiled.
I loved her.
And she loved me.
Or so I hoped.
We called. we talked all day. it was the happiest days of my life.

In this life and afterlife.

phone rings.
It’s her.
I answered.
Someway. Somehow. I could feel her trembling through the phone.
she was saying how done she is with life. How she wants to go.
Me and her never had good relationships with our parents.
Trauma we both shared together.
Together and forever.
I insisted that we meet up.
We met up talk, talk, talk, and talk.
We both were sick of people ****.
We decided to leave together.
so we hugged, one last time.
we kissed.
God that kiss.
We listened to our song one good time.
“White Ferrari”

we pulled out the pocket knife we’ve always kept.
hand in hand.
knife to knife.
chest to chest.
heart to heart.
we kissed one more time.
“In this life and afterlife my love.”
she smiled in response.
we took the knife and stabbed each other,
right in the heart.
in this life and afterlife.
………………
even death couldn’t keep us apart.
I made this poem dedicated to one of my best friends I truly love with all my heart, and at one point I felt like I was in love with her, so I decided to write a poem or whatever. I tried my best, I’ll probably rewrite it and go deeper with the storyline. But the “in this life and afterlife.” And “even death couldn’t keep us apart” is a thing I use for her, because i love the saying “till death do us part.” but even death couldn’t even part us . It’s us forever and always. In this life and afterlife.
nana May 6
2.
sólo quiero saber, con desesperación, qué debo hacer para reclamar mi vida devuelta, y poder borrar todo recuerdo tuyo, ya no quiero recordar lo mucho que quería observar tus ojos, ni el tiempo que tus labios me hicieron desesperar por sólo un roce de segundos, y cómo mi cuerpo se sentía inútil sin poder existir cerca al tuyo.
ya no quiero recordar que algún día te amé tan locamente que el simple recuerdo de mi devoción por ti me humilla, porque en el fondo, aún tengo miedo de que si tuviera oportunidad alguna, aún mi ser gruñiría de impotencia por comer tus labios.
11:15 p.m 05/05/25
Micko May 3
Each day, I wake as though it’s my last.
Breath held gentle, shadows cast.
No sudden steps, no need to rush.
My soul stands half-stitched to this earth,
afraid to leave before it’s whole.

And when the night begins to break,
And silence draws across the ache,
Just longing for a little grace.
To leave no mess, no word unsaid.
I kneel  beside my bed and pray...

If it’s Your wish, God, let me live to see the next day,
not to escape death,
but to finish what life began in me.
But if I must, my soul You keep,
For I have lived, and I have loved.

And so I wait, both still and brave,
A quiet prayer in each wave.
Because living, for me, is a sacred thing
a wish come true in a trembling place.
Just hoping to rise to one more day.


Written by Micko.
©️ 3.05.2025
The new dawn 222.
Micko May 1
They unearthed me like a secret they couldn’t bear to keep, unready, unwilling.
As I stood there, bare-souled,
Like love was a crime to confess.
words trembling on my tongue.
I whispered, “I’m human. I feel. Be gentle.”
But my plea dissolved in the silence.

They looked through me,
not as kin, not as blood,
but as something broken,
a stranger,a sinner,a shame.
So I unhooked my heart,
learned to float through the ache,

Years of silence,
Wrapped in cold shoulders.
Now they ask:
"Why don’t you call?"
"Why don’t you text?"
Strange, isn't it?
How absence echoes louder
than presence ever did.

And still,
I carry on,
not untouched,
but unbroken.

Written by Micko
©️1.05.2025.All rights reserved.
The new dawn 222.
Micko May 1
I wake with a quiet ache,
scrolling to our thread,
your name still there,
but silent.

Still, I send a message,
something small,
as if it might stir you
through the silence.

I picture your reply,
how you'd type and pause,
then send a heart,
or something silly,
just to make me smile.

Late nights were our ritual,
voice notes at 2 AM,
arguing over latest movies,
sharing dreams,
too fragile to say out loud,
except with each other.

The world spun with just us in it,
so selfish,
we never needed another.
We joked that anyone else
would steal our thunder,
dim the glow we found
in each other’s laughter

Days pass like drifting leaves.
I tell myself you're busy,
or resting,
or just forgot to reply.
And then,
the words I never wanted to hear,
you’re gone.

Gone,
while I was still waiting
for the next story,
the next laugh,
the next moment
with you.

Now our memories
live in unread messages,
and I’m still here,
talking to the past,
hoping it hears me.

Written by Micko.
All rights reserved.
30.April.2025.©️
The new dawn 222.
Whyfakeasmile Apr 29
I stayed up till 2 AM

With nothing but daydreams,

Where I took you to a hidden spot in the forest

A garden concealed between the seams

We listened to Montell Fish

With our fingers sewn together

Something floats along the stream

Like a cardinal feather

The pavement cracks

And flowers grow from it

I wanna tell her I love her

But that’s hard to admit

We lay in the grass

Looking at the sky

Between the crooked trees,

The blue starts to cry

I remember that day,

You ran up to me in the parking lot

You told me I was beautiful,

And my heart stopped

I don’t know if you love me too

Because I can’t think when you’re around

When I felt your arms framing my waist

I swear I could have drowned

You ran up and hugged me

And I’ll never forget

The way your eyes stared into mine

And your arms around my silhouette

What I hate most about this,

Is that we never confessed

And I’ll never get to know

If you also felt your heart,

Thumping hard in your chest

But I stayed up till 2 AM

With nothing but empty schemes

And I lie awake

Hoping you aren’t just a dream
I hope shes reading this
Micko Apr 19
Like stars that knew their place in the sky,
We didn’t find love, love found us
when your gaze brushed against mine like fate,
in that breathless second,
where everything else faded.
Written in silence, drawn in by light,
Like sunlight slipping through the cracks
of hearts we thought were sealed.
You and I were always meant to be,
With a touch like magic,
you inscribed your words into the walls of my heart.


Written by
Micko.
All rights reserved.
©️ April 2025.
The new dawn  222.
Micko Nov 2024
Some nights into the fantasy  world I sink ,
Eyes closed as I visualize you each second ,
The shape of your body, your sensitive skin,

Lost in your eyes,
I stretch my hand and pull you closer,
Your body against mine,
Our lips touch,
Our tongues entangled,
The soft and slow moans fill our room,
As we dance to the music of our sweet sounds,

From a far we can  hear our heartbeats, as our souls sync,
Into the wilderness we fly,
If this love is a sin , why does it feel so pure and holy  loving you?
Zanari Apr 28
She loves me, she loves me not.

That is the cycle life had adapted for me to ride, through day and night, then sunshine and rain.

It feels as if a sickening game, what is life daring for me to partake? A dangerous charade where both of us find ourselves staring out into nothing.
—the clock ticks once.. then twice... Not a third.


She looks at me with those eyes so that I cannot help but crave her embrace, it is wrong for me to be so.. selfish.
Must you look at me like that as while slipping you're hand into mine?

As the seasons begin to shift, a whole other cycle once again spirals much like that of an aimless soap opera plot.
Yearning, solemness, jealousy, then departure. Again.. and again...

I am filthy, but please... do not toss me away, you promised.. you promised that if I gave you my heart and soul, the world would be mine through you're eyes.

Yet only half.. of that deal had been transacted, I am now nothing but a robot without batteries.
I am scared..
I feel disgusted...

Just a minute longer within you're warmth before you go, he was right.
I should have stopped and glanced into the other direction that day, the day that you had looked at me the way that turns my stomach in knots now..

Will you be mine? My Valentine?
—no, I know that you love another.
But I can't... I cannot stop thinking of you.

I shall be you're precious doll if you ask me too, I will.. I will even set my heart ablaze so you can sleep without the loud beating of my heart beside you.


So why him? That boy who called you that 'girl in my math class'
He won't be good, just as the boy before him and so on..
I love you, I love you much more than I should..

That being the main reason of my despair, the borderline of why I am now sitting in a corner and slowly losing strands of my very hair.
So please.. please... Please.... See me the way I see you my dear.

I want to feel the warmth like those princess's within those fairytales, you're long hair seeping over my shoulders as I feel the embrace I so desperately desire.
Please...
That is all I ask of you...

Be mine, as I shall be yours my dearest..
Doomed wuhluhwuh ending for me ig...(⁠〃゚⁠3゚⁠〃⁠)
Anailen Apr 17
her
i need to drown in your scent
to be engulfed in your presence
to melt in your arms
and become one with you
For my girlfriend (i will probablynever show her). I was writting this and she texted me which I think isn't a coincidence. I wish I could do even the most mundane things with her. Wish people would just accept us as is.
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