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 Feb 9 Lorelei T
Jess
Realisation always knocks late,
followed by regrets creeping in,
ought to be carried for a long time,
destroying us little by little each day.

The greatest one I bear now,
making me die a little each day,
is that I let you go, not knowing,
leaving was a decision you'd regret.
Sorry for letting you go.
Clutching my chest
I can’t breath
I can’t see
I can’t be
Me
Today feels
Different
And yet
At some point
It will feel
Like
Yesterday
Moving on.
why
AAHHHHHHH!
am i
AAAHHHHHHHH!
still here?
AAAAHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
...
oh right
...
i succumb to fear
we met again,
two strangers,
carrying the same memories.

time stopped too,
when our eyes met,
whispered hello.

but this time,
we walked away,
knowing the future.
right time, right person.... just not fated :)
It's about that time
when the mind  wanders

starts to play
and walks the tight wire

between
liquid and solid

dream
and reality
An abstract word painting that was inspired by watching an interview with Steven Wright.
You're the sun I miss every night
Fellow poets,Are four months enough to get truly attached to someone?
 Jan 11 Lorelei T
Angie
I begin; where
you end, I begin

A sun’s
  Throw; The moons
Catch; A vow
breaths
     rise; Blood’s
    Rush; a return

A mother,
an egg; a crack
A fledgling, became
A mother;
an egg; a birth

A falling seed;
Earth; a crack
The sun’s
Throw; the rains
Catch; A sprout
An obstinance
A giant;
A falling seed

I begin, where
You end; I begin
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