#wished
I wish so so much
That I could return
And repeat what I regret.
To change what could've granted
Me another chance for something dear.
And I'll keep wishing that.
And maybe, just maybe,
Life and her pity will
Give into my requests.
I wished for such stupid things.
Now I look and see
What could've been done
If not wasted on those pointless
wishes.
Wasted wishes I wished
Have me wishing for other wishes
I didn't wish.
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 9:54 AM UTC
if
my wishes
were stars
the sky
would be bright,
like daytime a magnificent
thing;
granted wishes
fall down
like shooting stars,
ergo
the vault of heaven
would be still,
immovable
Sep 23, 2024
Sep 23, 2024 at 5:28 AM UTC
she wished
she could be done
searching
and wondering
if she chose correctly
or if she
was going the wrong way
she just wished
she could find
her path
her right way
Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 7:40 PM UTC
even if i deserve someone better
even if i deserve someone who'll be there
someone who'll care
someone who'll genuinely love me, for who i am...
deep down...
i've always wanted that "someone" to be you
Mar 7, 2020
Mar 7, 2020 at 5:59 AM UTC
I'm here in presence
But not in mind
In my head, I am running away with you
Down road that no one knew
And we talk about all the things we dreamed of
Even as I'm not the one that you want
But I can sit here
Absentmindedly
Picking at all of my clothes
Waiting for you to come and take me away
Even though I know
I will never see that day
Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 2:23 PM UTC
To whom this may concern,
I wished for it!
I cried for it!
I almost died for it!
Nobody shows me love!
Not from the people I like at least.
I waited all my life.
God would give me no love.
Now I am reckless.
Where can I find her?
I am tortured by it.
Now I can not live without it.
Please someone tell me it is alright.
No one will say anything sincere.
It just plays into my childhood.
At least that is a professional point of view.
I say it is pointless!
Why talk about the past when you do not want to relive it?
I am like anybody else.
I have a fantasy and I want to live it.
I am sorry I am using “it” a lot.
I am just venting.
I have a few things wrong that makes me not go into the public.
I can not take any more.
Yes I have my eye on a few.
The intuition that they do not like me always creeps in.
I was hoping to become a writer too.
I guess there is nothing more to do.
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 4:29 PM UTC
liquid love poured from
seeping fissures.
And she tasted his every moment.
He gave his essence so she could
linger within a lifetime of memoires.
And she saw every pain of his existence.
Within her tears were reflections of his
momentary happiness with her.
Knowing she would drain his pain away.
"*To collect the pain of another
is to know the true emotions
of what its like to live within there anguish*"
We only know those we love truly by tasting
the dirt left behind in there footsteps.
Everyone has prints in the past wished brushed away.
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 4:04 PM UTC
In the beginning we were opposite
Started with a drop is it
I liked the way you moved and
soon felt the groove
You were digging me and I was feeling you
Fluid and smooth
Nothing left to prove
You would be the the death of me
Take away the rest of me
Almost imperceptible
You gouged your way in
Damage irreparable
Away at my layers you're wearin’
Others start to stare and
Empty I remain
You
I could not contain
Left me with no companion
I
Simply
A Grand Canyon.
-Luca Ivaldi
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 8:09 PM UTC
There is a cat in my home, and slowly it has grown fatter from feasting on food that I own.
I go to work every day, so theres no possible way that this cat could look for pray.
Yet still, somehow, when I return, he's stuffed.
Belly filled with pizza crust he looks as if he'll bust.
Somehow he finds a way outside, where he roams to neighbors homes to fill up on old turkey bones.
Second breakfast and for lunch this hungry cat would munch, till diner came, then the game would change and just like that this cat would be back.
In the morning when I leave, this cat would beg that I come home with fishes. The begging grew bad, so I'de do exactly as she wishes. Heres the trouble: I feed her once, shes still hungry, so i feed her double. Hours of her mighty meow. Her, just sitting there constantly, bellowing just like a cow, until I provide her with her chow. Now, I tried feeding her less and getting her to run but Im just competing with my stress when that cats not having fun. She would sit and moan, Oh the noises she'd groan as Ide remove her from the cushion she had claimed as her thrown.
After this cat had Disowned me, I had learned just like that, that infact it was actualy the cat who had owned me. See cats are a beast of nature, there a creature that can not be tampered. So when theyve been pampered and foods been delivered, you can bet a strong bet that this cat will expect to be treated with the best packaged liver from a duck that Wal-Mart can deliver.
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 11:53 AM UTC
I wish that the pain
Would have been enough to sustain
The awful things we have gained
To keep us apart.
Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 12:27 PM UTC
Wish I was born earlier
Wish that we met before
And Wish that our love story
Was made before already
But he oppossed,
"Honee... Best time is now, not before not later"
And that's when I stopped wishing.
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 7:31 AM UTC
The day we're born
from our mums womb...
The day is not decided
the day is not fixed...
For when we come and when we go...
and no where to go,
and no place to call home...
In our dad's hand..
Seeing him for the first time,
a tear drop falling from his cheek,
closing his eyes...
giving us wishes..
and watches our smile...
The day we walk...
is the day they achieve,
something great.
something huge....
by their parents..
GRADUALLY .....
we become old,
pass our childhood,
become a teenager serving our country,
becoming an adult,
marrying a girl,
making our parents out..
having our children,
feeling the same,
watching them growing up,
and then what?
One day comes,
when your children throw you out
and we think the same.....
Wish I could have understand,
the feeling which our parents got...
when we threw them out,
and hoped,
that we can bring back the time...
when we were BORN.................................
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 8:24 AM UTC
You scare the **** out of me
I know
I've said this before
So many things
about you
just like new
So many things
about you
just like old
There is enough mystery
about you
to where I am reminded of lifetimes
before you
Them's, We's, Us'
before you
There is enough mystery
about you
to where I can not foresee how this could end
but I know that is the lie I want to
I always try to
force into being truth
I haven’t learned not to like that yet.
The cards keep giving me
moons, chariots, and wheels of faith
I just want to see the lover
It could be that
I know it’s not
you
It could be that
I want it to be
you
so I'll just leave it up to
you
©Christopher F. Brown 2015
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 6:04 PM UTC
If i died.
Would you care to remember me?
Would you care at all?
If I was to die.
Would anyone care of my last words?
If I died.
Would a single soul notice?
If I where to die.
Would you shed a tear?
If I died.
Would you be happy?
Or sad?
If I were to die what would you regret?
Tell me now.
If I am to go.
What are the words you wished to tell me?
If there are any tell me now.
If theres a single thing you wished you would've done if i were to be gone.
Do it or say those words now.
Because I may be gone soon,
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 11:13 PM UTC
it doesn't bother me
if i'm not taken.
i enjoy being single,
and i never wished for us
to be together,
because i know that would
never happen.
but at least we're
together in my thoughts,
and that's enough for me.
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 7:16 AM UTC
You wrote me off,
so I'll write you on.
You see,
when you leave,
you just provide inspiration.
So in the end just who used who?
It's pretty **** simple,
"I used you."
You probably wished
I would sob away life.
But that's so inhumane,
why run,
when I can fly?
You probably thought,
I'd plead you to stay,
but nah..
to be honest,
I'm feeling really okay.
I don't care about
the things you said,
the things you did,
or the things you tried so hard to hide.
In two years or so,
I won't even remember you're name.
"He did that to me? Oh what a shame."
Now for once,
I'll give you what you want,
and this time you can't complain.
I'll write you into this poem,
and soon enough you'll have fame.
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC