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I am haunted:
Not by poltergeist,
but by my unlived lives.
Parallel universes
won't ever speak,
they took an oath
to keep from me.
I have words and voices
humming in my head
that will never be met
outside of my bed.
I have to accept
I cannot have it all,
I have to accept
knowing nothing at all.
 Oct 2020 just-a-little-bird
Maja
you fought with good intentions
but for all the wrong reasons
"The road to hell is paved with good intentions"
disposable contacts
flat-faced to night stands
rims upturned on the bathroom counter
crumbled in my jean pockets
the evidence is clear
your mark is forever left on me
my ex left his contact lenses all over my apartment. sometimes, i would even find them in my clothes.
Little girl picks up the chalk,
Writes her heart,
Draws her mind,
Cries it all away
Before they can see.
i can never erase
the scars i left
on your heart

all the good days in the world
could never change things i've said

there is only one way
that sits right with you

and i can't do that
Into my heart you crept
Deceiving thy nature
A spot made, slowly taking
All over in the name of love
Smitten I'd lost control as you
Marched out with vicious laugh
Leaving behind an estranged soul
20/4/2019
It is a lie when they told that there's nothing to lose
If someone hadn't loved you back
Never they had realized that heartbreaks happen too
when you lose your chance to make someone fall for you
One letter can make you remember everything
And lead you to regret
Ever wanting the acknowledgment
Of what you never did fret

Take me back to when it didn’t matter
When I was an adventurous explorer
In a jungle wide
When I was younger
and never knew what next
When life went my way

Take me back to my bewilderment
Before my life went astray
Take me back to my ambitions
When life was as a mission to be played
Like soaring through the midnight sky
And blowing stars out like candles
When I could look at life
And say that it was easy
It was easier not for me to see.
It was when the joy of a single day
Could fill a lifetime of todays

But it seems as we get older,
The envelope gets stamped,
The shuttle falls out of orbit,
The nighttime fades to day,
And before you were ready to send the letter,
It evaporates into thin air
And the chance you had not taken
turns to sail away.

Andrew W.
1-28-20
All Poems are in chronological order from earliest to latest. For reference, my birth date is 3/24/05.
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