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The words will not save
or even obey me.
They are not my salvation.
Truly they enslave me,
keep me from escaping
into dark bouts of stupidity.
Ignorance cannot invade me.
The words work their will
becoming my ****** poetry
as they try to elevate me.
His mixed signals
and
Her insecurities~
The deadly blend,
had the power
to erode
their golden time.
A fact observed in toxic relationships....
Let me cry
Cry till these tears get dry
Dry not cause I want to stop
Stop is not a question
Question is the hurt
Hurt that burns within
Within my soul, turning my heart
Heart from gold to coal
Coal so cold, full of agony
Agony not cause of you
You were just helping me out
Out from my helpless broken self
Self which I am surrounded with
With the darkest clouds of fear
Fear of hurt, of losing, of death
Death of my feelings and emotions
Emotions...Yes! emotions of my love
Love that you kicked out of your heart and senses
Senseless, I am....thus this is the pain I am in
In a shameless character, No!!! My love was pure
Pure and innocent, yet you killed it...



©sim
Looping style.
Once someone gave me
a box full of darkness,
It  nourished  me  like
a gift of dark chocolates.

They don't know
the new me exactly,
Now I rearrange those
broken pieces differently.

Yes! i frequent that
  murky memory lane,
But to make peace with
the past, to heal the pain.

Karmic lesson was our
meeting-hurting-parting,
We had chosen it under
the souls' preplanning.

I wish to meet them
somewhere someday,
Not to start it all over,
to begin in a fresh way.

To let them know that
in life we ain't together,
Yet  our  loving  refined
soul connection is forever!
A new perspective on hurtful memories..heal them rather than killing them!
Today I felt the urge to fall down a flight of stairs, and when I say fall
I mean,
           jump,
                     plummet
                                   and plunge.

I wanted to feel something, a pain that wasn't already carried within me.

I could imagine the weightlessness I  would have felt as my body relaxed,
how time would have appeared hampered as if altered by my sudden descent.

That numbing pain as each step would buffet my spine and finally the  ominous silence that preludes my last breath while my misery pools around me glistening for all to see.

though sadly...


.             I live in a bungalow
Vertical, ever get that sudden urge to jump off something you know you shouldn't ?

My first non- rhyming piece, hope you enjoy :)
Opening his hand
God blew butterflies to earth
To make us all smile

<3
Just my own thoughts love butterflies saw one today :-)
You got me all wrong
even misspelled my name
walking on my heart, your twisted game, but I am resilient
bounce back like memory foam
you'll be forgotten, composted with my garden waste, beautiful flowers will grow all over your sorry face
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