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Feet like lead
getting ready for bed
strip to the buff
look in the mirror,
my god
I look rough
could do
with
a tummy tuck.

*******
says
the reflection,
I'm looking ace
you're off your face
high on
something.

The mirror sees it all and
speaks its mind.
In this I find
some kind
of truth.
Can't we just put our phones down,
Turn them off,
Turn each other on
Mentally, Physically, Emotionally.

Talk to me,
Remember me?
I hope one of us does because
I've forgotten.

I'm lost,
I need you to find me...
If you could just look up from your phone...
I constantly find myself
running away from how
I feel because maybe I don't
want to admit you're the
reason why I'm hurting.

I'd rather sit in silence with
a broken heart not knowing why
I am then think about what could've been.

I'd rather break down over and over
because the bottle is over flowing then
sit and think about your smile.

I'd rather cut myself and stand at
the edge of a building contemplating
suicide than remember the way
you used to look at me.
 Sep 2015 Theia Gwen
Nikki
Cessation
 Sep 2015 Theia Gwen
Nikki
It's two in the morning
And something jolts you awake
It's death in a black cloak
He's sitting beside your bed
A sickening grin upon his face
He's going to take your soul
Before the sun even spills
It's golden rays upon the plains
Death senses your sorrow
And his chest rumbles
With doom-laden laughter
"You lived with no zeal
And you'll die with regrets
So many regrets"
And as orange hues
Lit the early morning sky
All that's left is
A hollow body in a bed
 Sep 2015 Theia Gwen
Anna
Us
 Sep 2015 Theia Gwen
Anna
Us
I want to talk about us,
how we stared at each other's eyes when we first met,
how my cheek touched your cheek when we first said hi,
how we fell in love on August,
in our feet leaving footprints
in the sand, and
with the morning sun rays touching our pale skin.

I want to go back
to how we felt the fire and ice
clashing through the distance
that separated us for 2 years ,
and how we both fought to break it.

I want to remember all our plans
our tours around the world,
our household chores when we live in together,
our wedding plan,
our future family.

I want to know..
how we ended up like this,
how we ended up crushing each other's heart,
how we became each other's nightmares.

I want to talk about us
but i dont know how to start
because there's no us anymore.
My heart was beating so fast when I wrote this, it's like it's going to break. First time I write while crying. So emotional right now.
When you left me
I couldn't sleep
I stayed up all night
Counting the minutes wasted
These pills arent strong enough

When you left me
I couldn't feel
I tried every way
To stop the numbness
The blade wasnt sharp enough

My world will never be the same
And frankly i dont miss it
I do miss you though
Today my heart broke.
The pieces are everywhere.
In the trees,
The sky,

On the tip
Of your tongue.

August is the time for
Those walks in the park,

Like we used to have.

My heart lays
On the park benches
Where we almost kissed;

Before you left.

My heart slipped out of
My throat
And onto the pavement.
It’s in pieces.

Oh, pretend that you
Care.
My love suffers from malnutrition.
My skinny soul can hold
The tears no more
From lack of
A dam
And a ****.

Still,
I lived in that hurt;
The hurt that belongs to August.
There’s beauty in that.
 Mar 2015 Theia Gwen
PoemFalcon69
A* Word.
A Phrase.
A Number.
A Gaze.

No Freedom.
No Time.
No Fun.
No Rhyme.

Our Minds.
Our Thoughts.
Are Shaped,
And Bought.

Eradicate.
(Only You Can Prevent Forest Fires)
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