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 May 2021 Mars
Alyssa
A cup of tea
 May 2021 Mars
Alyssa
I poured myself
inside your cup
pretended to be tea
your lips pursed to the rim
burning kiss
bile churns
you forgot
I'm made of sins
 May 2021 Mars
not a prognosis
i can reprise the things that you've done
the places you've been
the songs that you've sung 

to disclose my own musings
would be another story indeed
for i feel quite cozy staying discreet
 May 2021 Mars
not a prognosis
sometimes
when i cry
i taste the salt
from your tears
instead of mine
 Jan 2021 Mars
Edmund black
I know God ,
love and nothing else
And that’s enough for me.
In a world of temptation and weakness  
It takes a strong man or woman
To give all his love
To one man , one woman or one person.
This life is brief
We just don’t know where we’re going to find Ourselves tomorrow,
Why not be faithful and kind
To the one who loves you best ?
But the weak hearted man
Is he story of many men
And the weak hearted woman is the story
Of many women.

But the sad thing is
The solution is simple

Grow the f$&#* Up
 Dec 2020 Mars
Alex
Bad with words
 Dec 2020 Mars
Alex
Darling,
I'm different.
But I don't think that you're the same,
It's such a shame
Your face erased straight from my brain
Yet, I can't explain
Why the feeling still remains.

"Okay,
I'm listening."
**** I forgot what I was to say,
You're a summers day.
My hearts been in an awful way
I'm not okay
Since my summer went away.
 Nov 2020 Mars
Adam Kinsley
This heart is graceless and vile
Stricken with an archaic smile
I missed this life, by a mile
To search for morale
To defile

The sins of the past
So sternly, they last
My downfall was fast
In a chasm
Too vast

I stop and can't start
I bartered for my heart
And now, as I part:
I summoned my conscience
And, tore it apart

I gave up my dreams
For closely-knit schemes
It's just as it seems
My morals are waning
In sputtering gleams

What lie had I told?
Pretending I'm bold
I have no heart of gold
With no sense of purpose
My heartstrings unfold

My head is unkind
I'm losing my mind
What vice, I've inclined
I wander through majestic stages
But still, I am blind...
I had meant to portray the problems associated with our vices, and how they interfere with different facets of life.
 Nov 2020 Mars
Lady Misfortune
I say:
Do you want me to pretend you do not exist?

She says:
Do as you wish.

I perceive:
All I was once you moved onto the next,
A waste of breath.

What a mutual perception process,

You keep on running and now I have nothing but my beliefs.

And what do you have?
Your cup is empty

It would be full but...
You poke holes in all the words I speak
The art of assuming the worst

Created 5.21.18
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