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Erian Rose Apr 2019
If I could tell you how much
You make my heart pound each day
I would lose sight of the Earth
You blinded me
From who I could be
Rae Dec 2018
I don't know what to think about you,
When I see you I feel love and fear,
When I was broken, you were there.
When I needed someone, it was you.
I am in love with you,
It's scary to say.
More and more each passing day, I love you.
You make me forget my troubles and fears,
Being with you is like every dream come true,
But there's something you don't realize,
I'm broken.
I don't want to hurt you too.
Please let me go before it's too late.
Don't say you'll fight for me,
Love shouldn't mean pain.
Find a girl with sunshine in her eyes,
Not poison in her veins.
I'm sorry.
when the heart
decides to speak
it yells out
and the truth lights  the sky
when your heart
decides to speak
it scares
it can hurt
just another heart
can answer
and the truth will be light or dark
the time of truth
changes all things
c Oct 2018
Every night
An hour before the sun is set
I run.

Always the same path,
Gravel beneath my feet
And dust flying in my wake.
Until I’m breathless.
Because I know
When I’m gasping for air
That I can’t scream your name.

I want to yell it to the world
Over
And over
Until even the wind
Can shout it back.

You see, I think
Maybe if I yell
“I STILL LOVE YOU”
“I STILL LOVE YOU”
“I STILL LOVE YOU”
Enough times,
I’ll stop.

But instead of wasting
My lungs
On your name
I catch my breath
And run back home.
amber Sep 2018
i tried to yell
to release my hurt
but it was not a yell
rather a wail
blood curdling
sounding like an animal
being murdered
i scared myself
pk tunuri Aug 2018
When Successful people, On stage
Tell that their secret of success is "Luck!"

Then unsuccessful people, Backstage
Yell at their own fate, "****!"
A Simillacrum Aug 2018
Idealism boards its boat
and sails out to the ocean
and its middle reach.
Out as far as it will dare
it takes its detached opportunity
to yell its prayers
back at the beach.

"Wouldn't it be better,
if things were just [x] way?"

"The problem is that we're [here]
when we should be [there]."

Both bare and shoed feet
fist up the sand
and shout
shout, shout back --
They shout back,

"In the mid, your world is gold.
Here on the land, everyone's stomping toes.
On purpose. On accident. It happens.
**** happens. As far as living goes,
reality just is. So, sink with your conviction.
We challenge form, train adaptability.
Super humans laughing up from the tar.
We've come so far. We've come so very far.

It's still nothing."
K Balachandran Apr 2018
hospital smells yell,
Each narrative more loud;
redemption silent!
smokey basil Mar 2018
I hate how you yell at me.
You call me
rude,
disrespectful,
ungrateful,
and so very rude.
I really am trying my best,
I just can't live up to
your level of expectations.
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