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Flor Boetsch Oct 2015
Let´s go look for flowers at night. Let´s get lost in the dark. Let our worries, past and sorrow float to the stars to set us free. Meanwhile, we run through the fields, searching for something we will never find. But hell, ¡we truly are having the time of our lives!
This was inspired on a story I'm writing, hope you enjoy it.
I used to love the night
The silence it brought
Now that silence has been filled by my thoughts
Thoughts of happiness, thoughts of dread
So I can´t fade into dreams in my own bed

I used to love the night
The dark glimmering sky
Now I envy the people who it passes by
Resting their eyes in a peace so deep
If only my mind would allow me to sleep

I used to love the night
I would hold up dawn
Now I lay awake when the curtains are drawn
Trying to forget the worries that burdens the day
Trying to scare the monsters away

I used to love the night
The silence it brought
Now that silence has been filled by my thoughts
Every lost love, every hope, every mistake
I told the night all my secrets while I laid there awake
Those long nights we all experience once in a while..
Copyright @ Johanna Magdalena
DM Aug 2015
O my love
Your soul is so,
glittering, like gold
alluring, like aquamarine
treasury, like topaz
preciously, like pearl
ravishing, like ruby
Shimmering, like sapphire
dazzling, like diamond

O dear love?
Are these praise,
enough for you to forgive me?

No?

To be continued..
Sorry seems to be the easiest word
Forgive seems to be the hardest act
Tim Buggy Aug 2015
Hands are already emerging from the darkness,
I can see mysterious new silhouettes grasping their next target,
Their touch on my skin is inevitable,
All I can do is embrace it.

Some will be cold and painful,
Nothing but sore, knotted stomachs,
A bandaged brain and fatigued mind,
All I can do is embrace it.

Some will be soft and warm,
Easing the aches and sores from the vicious claw marks yet to appear,
A temporary beacon of light that will guide me along a broken path,
All I can do is embrace it.
I don't fully know what this is about to be honest but I like it anyway
Breanna Stockham Jun 2015
How much weight can you carry
Before you collapse
Or sink to the bottom
Or crumble down fast?

It’s raining boulders
And you’re catching them all
With worries heavier than stone
It won’t take much to fall

You’re at your breaking point
But don’t let yourself break
See it as a turning point
And refuse to hold the weight

Just let it go
Put it down
Watch it fall
Pour it out

Do what you can
And then worry no more
Catch what you can
Let the rest hit the floor

Find your limit
And end it there
Drop your pile of boulders
You deserve the fresh air
GfS Jun 2015
Some worry that someday
The one we love will
stop holding our hand
or stop talking to us
stop being lovers or
at the least, friends
maybe a slap on the cheek
a fight here and there
or stuff thrown everywhere
but my most worrying thought
is that I'm afraid that one day
maybe today..
she'll forget my name
forget my existence

I cower at the thought
that one day
maybe today..
she'll never
remember I exist
Maybe, it's a selfish thought
I need a secret place
for whenever I need silence and a tender embrace
From there, I shall gaze upon the stars
and no noise shall be heard even from the cars
just the sound of silence and the forest
If you want to join me, please be my guest
I want to make this a quest
There we shall camp
Whenever our eyes feel damp
Tell stories of our journey and worries
Eat mallows and chocolate dipped strawberries
Let our thoughts wander around
And for a moment feel *safe and sound
Mishty May 2015
I kept my worries in my pocket.
Looked up in the sky,
The again towards my pocket.
I didn't realise when it rained
And washed away the worries from my pocket.
Being here after too long is bliss
Rain Sunshine May 2015
He reckons the sight of her beauty,
with no words. They seep  threw her mouth
but replenish his soul.She has doubt of his
ineffective ways,but replaces the
consuming thought with his immense gaze.
While she implies on the captivity they all face.
His delightful orbs are actually soaked in hate.
But with her joy and eagerness placed deep beneath his mind,
he cant  complain ,and he asks himself
"But is she really mine?"
While his words spread threw his brain like
poison in its veins.
He recognized that it was just a lie.
Because the beauty is gone,just like notes to a song.
And her smile didn't wait, so it faded away.
Its been way to long to return in its turn of mistake,
So he'll wait for her as long as his worries  drive
back to memory lane.
But his  biggest worry of all was ,
"Was this all just fate?"
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