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 May 2013 Tessa F
Ashley
I would like a place
to write all my thoughts.
But  no
Of course not.

Can I just find a place
Where I can type
and write
and think.

But no.
Nowhere from
the prying eyes
of people I know.

Of course not
Why try?
When those eyes
seem to seek me.

Just leave me be
stop reading me
This is my place
to be at peace.

I want to write
what I write
without you knowing
everything and it all.

But no
Even here
Those listening ears
do hear.

I need someone
or something
to confide in
and find solace.

I try
and try
to find a safe place
a haven

But it all gets taken
by those I know.
because once someone knows
it is no longer safe.

I sigh
I move on
Try another place
or two.

I tried a journal
a diary
all those menial things
that take time.

It doesn't work
I'm alone
with my thoughts
and that's all.
 May 2013 Tessa F
T
Four Letter Word
 May 2013 Tessa F
T
I'm hopeless
-ly
hopeful
that this
will
last
longer
than
my
last
forever

because
infinity
has never seemed
so enjoyable
and
I
have
never known
the unknown
to be
a
desirable
destination

I'm hopeless
-ly
hopeful
that someone
will
hold
my
hand
because
I
can't see
with all these
stars
in
my
eyes

And blind has never been better
 May 2013 Tessa F
Tim Knight
Industry standard number two
shaving a head of false hope
and a beard of loneliness; all
because his long term girlfriend
left him for another chap who wears
cowboy chaps ironically.

Mounted rider guys steal
women from the herd all
the time, with shotgun stares
and pistol whip words,
leaving the rest of us
to ride off into despair.

We're the type to shelve,
postpone, put off the duel
until the real reason is known.

We're the type who own
the lame, maimed horse
of the wild west task force.

We’re the type who reside in the saloon, drinking and forgetting and, most probably, hoping.
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 May 2013 Tessa F
Ceryn
There is nothing left to dream of
All I had now finally went off
Down the drain of this lonely earth
Amidst the teardrops my eyes had to lose.

If there is nothing left to dream of
How could repose be that comforting?
Can the sun and stars still dare believe?
That anyone can do it by just believing.

Still, there’s something left to dream of
Though this tiny universe cannot provide
For the love of human heart is strong
Conquering the lonely people in a throng.
 May 2013 Tessa F
Ceryn
I’ve been pulling away, walking astray
Preserving the ice, avoiding your eyes
Walking alone, believing you’re gone
Watching the burning paradise.

You’ve forgotten my name, I walked in shame
Singing in gloom, locked in my room
Dancing the night, thought I’m doing it right
But I stepped on my own foot.

You are now a stranger, and I’m still a dreamer
Badly wishing that our poem would rhyme
Hope you’re still better than I thought you were
Not forgetting how we could’ve been fine.

I rode on a lonely train, hiding the pain
Still missing you, feeling so blue
Hiding my tears, along with my fears
That I might not get over you.

I opened a good book, tried to not look
Laughed at a tragedy, felt with such misery
Drank from the jigger, thought I’ll feel better
But I just felt awfully done.

Since the day that you came, no one’s to blame
Fell hard in love, wished much above
Things went so wrong, love was still strong
But I put it aside, and took that stupid stride

Away from you…
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