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Desired Dreamer Feb 2018
Darling,My Demons,
they lost their
way in your arms...
Here I am using Demons as worries...
Seema Feb 2018
I would walk away
With you
Coz our love is true
I never knew
What all you've been through
But I will always
Love you
No matter how hard
Life gets
No matter how many times
My pillow gets wet
I will never give up
Never, give up on you
You are the light
Shining in my dark days
A passionate flame
Burning, dancing in its realm
Don't hide away
Like I did, once
I paid the price
Then to never see you, for months
I am not perfect
Darling, beneath this shadow mask
Are you the same love
Won't you ever ask?
It's not a dream, O' no
Let's dance in this rain
For once more
Let me take away your worries and pain
Coz I will always love you
Just the way you are...



©sim
Fictional write.
gabriela Jan 2018
i've been seeing ghosts for
as long as i can remember now.
they sit idly on my bed,
              making small talk with
the skeletons who play poker
on my closet floor.
they call. flush, straight,
empty hands as the cards fall through
the gaps between their fingers.
together they brush worries
out of my hair, one by one.
they have nothing else to do,
                      and neither do i.

as strands of my hair are
placed gently behind my ear.
they speak to me,
but mostly among themselves.
"i can't tell you when it gets better, kid.
i can't tell you if it ever does."
it's comfy here.
Inga M Jan 2018
mummy listen
I am not sad and I am not lonely
Just because I prefer to spend time on my own, alone, with my books and my writing and my music all around me.
Mummy listen
I know you’ve been through a lot with your daughters and I know we’ve put you in situations we should not have done
But listen mummy listen
Your girls are fine
They have outgrown themselves
Outgrown who they were 5 years ago
Mummy
Listen
I love you
We love you
Svode Nov 2017
Write on, you fine being.
Write on apart from me.
Write on from the east or west,
across a new sea.
Write on, my beloved.
Until the skies turn gray.
Write on, you fine being.
Write on far away.

Away you'll go;
far away to where nobody knows.
I'll stay here and go on so.
Without you.

When you were by my side,
a million worries died.
But all that is left is a whimper,
without you.

When we all began to cry,
when we touched the sky.
Where will our memories lie?
Without you.

Write on, you fine being.
Write on apart from me.
Write on from the east or west,
across a new sea.
Write on, my beloved.
Until the skies turn gray.
Write on, you fine being.
Write on far away.
Svode Nov 2017
This fire,
which burns so freely.
Welcomes me to where I belong.

The fire burns so calmly.
Nothing worries it,
and nothing stresses it.
It can be extinguished at any second,
at the whim of those who overpower it's might.
I will allow it to stay,
as I don't want to lose another.

I can get a torch,
I can strengthen the force of a candle.
I can remove it's relaxing abillity,
and let it grow uncontrolled.
However, I can't lessen it's burning without extinguishing it.
and I can't calm it without killing it.

Burn on, you wicked fire.
Burn on.
I burnt my finger while writing this. Candles sure are fun things to mess about with.
Isaac Godfrey Oct 2017
Burgundy chest, leather in texture,
rimmed in 6 Carat gold.
Hidden away,
Day after Day,
incredible value,
but never sold.
Burgundy box, like crocodile hide,
sat on the shelf for years.
Little to no context,
with Unknown Contents,
Hiding away all our fears.

Mysterious object, Haunted Box,
coated in dust and numerous locks.
If you hide it away,
still it will stay,
and don't blame me if you hear knocks.

If your worries were in a chest,
they'd still be there and you'd never rest.
Still they would beckon,
{or so I shall reckon}
and continuously remain a pest.
If you were to hide all your worries within a chest,
and simply leave them there, they would never truly leave you.

Sometimes Hiding isn't a way to resolve fears.
Kimmie Oct 2017
My mind keeps on running circles
Little things keep hunting me in silence
One thing at a time I said
But all seems to keep talking
Little things
Become big things
Worries becomes depression
So I took a break
Asked above for help
To make my mind so calm
To worry not too much
Bridget Oct 2017
Whisper you’re anxious to the moon
When the night has come
In her purple dress.
And fade back into peaches
Of the dawn that starts
Where the pain never ended.
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