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unheard-of May 26
You were my umbrella,
through rough winds and inclement weather.
To withstand and withhold,
you were my protection, my stronghold.
Beneath you I sought shelter -
something I had never done before.
Holding you closely,
observing you in admiration and awe.
Life swayed in all directions,
testing your strength and yet you stood.
Until one day a storm came,
and separated us for good.
Turned inside out,
taken capture by the wind.
My love for you was timeless -
a wound that never healed within.
It's been a few years.
unheard-of Apr 2014
He, was in love with her plays
her masquerade
tragedies
shakespearean days

Her fences
Defences
Her armoured-
Sensitives

Her past
her facade
her lovely charm
and, learnt, laugh

The curtains close
the room brightens

But he'll fall in love again
the next night,
when they reopen.
Haven't been on in a while but this poem was one of my drafts before I logged off.
unheard-of Feb 2014
11.18 a.m

I didn't think it was possible
To wake up missing someone
That was until,
I dreamt of kissing you

Every touch. Every look.

So now I wake up
Missing you.
Last night
unheard-of Dec 2013
When i die, please leave my gravestone blank.

For a name is just a selection of 26 letters
a lost blue print, among many lost inventors.

Over time my name will be erased
from the harsh erosion taken place
i'll beat life at it's own game
before anyone can say                    "what was her name?"
unheard-of Nov 2013
i want to be the centre of attention
in your eyes
i want you to look at me in my vulnerable moments and think
"gosh she's beautiful"

i want you to love me for who i am
even when I have messy hair
scrunched up in a bun on the top of my head
or when i have a bare face
my pale complexion
with millions of imperfections.

i want you to love my brain
the way i think
the way i talk
the way i  a n a l y s e  things

I want you to trace your finger across the
small ridge on my nose
Stare at the    o u t l i n e    of my rouge lips
and gaze into my eyes like you gaze at the stars
when you feel alone.
oh so                                                          alone­
i want you to study every pixel of me
every inch of skin
and think-
*"wow, i want to be with her forever"
unheard-of Nov 2013
They say roses are red
and violets are blue
But what if I'm colour blind?

What if roses are blue
and violets are red

What if the grass is grey and the sun is black?

What If your love is fake?
You're a mistake.
But wait
Don't hesitate

To take your blue roses
and your red violets
with you

And give them to the next girl in line at the flower shop

Let's hope she's not colour blind too
unheard-of Nov 2013
i think I'm addicted to the ache in my bones
the sinking feeling in my chest
the feeling of tears behind my eyes
just bursting to be released.

a dam breaking.

the salty water finding its exit
seeping through the cracks in the corner
a sudden pleasure when the water gushes
                                                          ­         down
                                                                ­          my
                                                    ­                        cheeks.
Niagara falls.

i think I'm addicted to
                                                               depression.

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