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 Jun 2017 The Forgotten
Sandoval
I was not born a

poet.

I was broken into

one.


*Sandoval
How doth the illnesses
and the sadness,
plague me so readily
today,
tonight,
forever lurking
inside
creeping up
and forcibly attaching
to light and happiness,
to hope and well being

I'm lonely without you
and I keep making mistakes
I try to be better for you
though it's no longer my place
still when I fail at something
or struggle another day
I feel like I've let you down
and the tears come swiftly,
heavily with lasting pain

I should have been there
believe me darling
I wish I was man enough
to comfort you through
the fire and brimstone,
the excruciating pain
and maybe we'll never
get to feel the same again
but I can be better!
and so can you

Please let me comfort you
it's all I want to do
and in comforting you
I could comfort myself
my intentions aren't selfish
I swear! I promise baby!
I just want to be with you
and hold you tightly
we can be better
a second time around

Admittedly I wasn't myself
for a very long time
when we were together
and I rejected love because
I was living sadness!
and this pain is breathing
it has a life of its own
I dream of you, you know?
To me you are the epitome of love
 Jun 2017 The Forgotten
nivek
colour sings of something deep
the mind of one beyond our ken.
 Jun 2017 The Forgotten
JL Smith
It's frightening
The way your words
Control my breathing
The power behind
Their meaning

Deep breath
Ache in my chest
Released slowly
Vulnerability professed

Your critique, my crutch
Speech impersonating touch
Promises recast
Within my mind, steadfast

Forfeited resistance
Ears attuned to your voice

Heavy breathing
Rapid beating
Words imprinted
On the walls
As our hearts rejoice

© JL Smith
 Jun 2017 The Forgotten
TG
Heedlessly, do I wonder
if perhaps you, too, are alone this night;
gazing beneath the veil of a starlit sky
gliding in the vast emptiness
between the starts.
 Jun 2017 The Forgotten
TG
I count the atoms in
the desert inside the hourglass
awaiting the day, we finally meet once more
as ashes returning among the stars.
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