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 Jun 2018 Georgia parry
delilah
writing love poems becomes quite odd
when i realize i'm always writing
about you
&
to you
but you don't exist.
i write
and write
and write
to you
but there is no "you"
i write to a love i do not know
yeaaaah
i write love poems about being in love/someone i'm in love with
but i'm not in love with anyone
rather i'm in love with the idea of "you"
 Jun 2018 Georgia parry
CE
To London
 Jun 2018 Georgia parry
CE
the jittering of joints at high speed and under the pressure of gravity made the perfect backdrop to the half melody tangling us up

the music of my love, his voice quietly mimics songs he could have written for me if he had got there first

but I prefer the music he did write for me
I prefer it more than any Frank Ocean or James Brown

cute thing, hot thing,  
sweet words, sure

but I prefer the words
of my everything
I wrote this on the way to a car seat headrest concert with my boyfriend. I love Will Toledo, but I love my boy a whole lot more.
 Jun 2018 Georgia parry
Aa Harvey
Decaying from the inside.


Waiting for a better day;
Wishing one would come my way.
But all my dreams fade away
And I am left in my ruins, old and insane.


Times they are a changing, but I am not changing my mind.
Too quickly I am aging; I am running out of life.
Life is too short to have just one attempt;
All this life has ever given to me is a look of contempt.


Why is it all wrong?
Every choice I make is a bad decision.
Forgotten thoughts, forgotten lyrics to a song I cannot remember.
I decided to embrace my lack of memory and my indecision.


Always look on the pessimistic side of life;
Internally my mind is Spaghetti Junction and I am a bundle of wires.
Nothing does what it is supposed to do.
Heart left to by-pass love and cells are reborn,
But I have never felt brand new.


Feet are aching; wrinkles have built an extension.
Why so much frustration because of a part I cannot mention?
Brain on strike at half past midnight;
This is my darkest hour…see the truth in the reflection of my eyes.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
 Jun 2018 Georgia parry
AAron Roz
I'm
  f
   a
     l
      l
        i
          n
            g
asleep.

Your
arm
  b
    e
      n
         e
           a
             t
               h
me.

Your
voice
  m
     e
       l
         t
           s
me.

Your
love
  s
   u
     r
       r
         o
            n
              d
                 s
me.

I'm
  h
     a
       p
         p
           y.

For
now.
this kids,
is how you do it

in the mid of the dark hours,
when two am is your new oldest friend
when sleep, your oldest old one,
left town on the midnight train,
taking your peace of mind

though she is far away
lost in dream-thoughts caught,
but only twelve inches close,
granting you an unasked permission,
you ok to stroke her hair,
undisturbing her, yet comforting yourself,
every voice in your temple'd altar praying,
one glorious chorus godly chant:

Oh Lord, what would I do without her?

and you stroke her hair and are saved.


2:51am

May 2014
Our romance was unforgettable, that's true,
However fake it was to you,
A stranger now who i once knew,
Barely recognize eyes so blue.
Each moment a memory now that you're gone,
Living without you feels all wrong,
Trying to be brave but days seem long,
Every sunrise brings a new chance to move on,
But time won't let me forget your name,
Feel like I'm caving under weight of this pain,
Have no hand to hold, I am going insane,
Can't force your image outta my brain.

HOOK:
Memories far too dear to let go,
Time heals wounds, at least they tell me so,
I know happiness I will eventually find,
There are better days coming than left behind.

Life no longer brings flashbacks, memories made,
Free to grow now, but too afraid.
We both have changed, glad I didn't stay,
I am with someone else, you moved away.
I still think about you now and then,
What would have happened if we didn't end?
If I wasn't stuck with this broken heart to mend?
If we could, would you choose to start over again?
Treat me right second time around?
Keep my heart protected, sound?
Give it reason to pump blood and pound?
Would you still smash my feelings into the ground?

(HOOK)

Dwelling on the past will not lead to happiness,
What is done is done, no need to second-guess,
Let go of memories weighing heavy on your chest,
It might hurt right now, but I swear it's for the best.

(HOOK)
There are better days coming than the ones behind us
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
 Jun 2018 Georgia parry
Meera
He doesn't burn photographs
He doesn't join therapy sessions
He doesn't smoke too many cigarettes
Nor he drown himself into alcohol
He scratches his wounds daily
And never let them heal
He doesn't try to get rid of the pain
Instead he let it grow on him
He waters the seed of sorrow with his tears
He feeds it with the manure of old memories
He takes it to sleep with him
And nurtures it in himself
Till the moment when every single drop of his blood gets replaced by this pain
Until his fragile heart can bear no more
And his soul starts overflowing with emotions
That's when he dip his pen into this pain
And empty his heart on a piece of paper
He bares his soul for us to feel
He creates poetry that the world would cherish for centuries to come
That's how true poetry comes into existence
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