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What's the
point of having
a life when
your every thought
is for
someone else?
It sickens me to see kids spend every second of every day devoting everything they have just to support an ******* or someone who just isn't worth it.
Swirls of white
Within my tea

The warming drink
Does comfort me

Around my mind creeping
Demons while I'm sleeping

Awake yet again
Though I'd rather not be

But closing my eyes
Brings the demons to me

Daylight , my reprieve
But alas it is fleeting

Once darkness falls
The demons start creeping

Cup of tea anyone?
 Apr 2014 Veena Aneev
amrutha
The tears are yours,
the pain is mine
The wounds are yours,
the blood which runs out?
Mine.
The fears are yours,
the trials are mine
The problem is yours,
Just who the hell am I?
 Apr 2014 Veena Aneev
amrutha
The sea kissed the shore
The earth made love to the core
The heavens opened wide their gates and doors
Icy drops of fresh rain blessed the floor.
The fog masked over the moon
Nocturnal lovers cherishing the boon
As nice as under an umbrella in summer noon
Kids licking honey off a silver spoon.
Thoughts of beautiful things flock my mind
The feeling is indescribable
The impossible happen
When you look into my eyes like you do.
 Apr 2014 Veena Aneev
amrutha
I am not afraid of darkness
Why should I be?
The brightest of all lights
Is shining within me.
He will never,
Fill your lungs,
With sweetness.

He will never,
Hold your,
Aching hand.

He will never,
Mend the,
broken pieces.

He will never,
Learn to,
understand
(I'm sorry I can't think of anything to write recently)
 Apr 2014 Veena Aneev
Red Bergan
My mind wanders blindly,
Deep thoughts spin.
Cascading me down into oblivion.

My heart aches,
From the past asunder...
These thoughts leave me defenseless.

What do I do now?

They cut me like a dagger,
That bare bodkin of despair.
My love is forbidden,
To break the surface.

The wings are entwined together,
Unable to beat..

Deep wounds,
Many lessons....
A Dark angel,
Scarred by her own weapon.
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