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Virginia S Feb 2015
You left me in the dark
All alone in the dark
In the deep blue ocean
All alone with no spark
with no power to shine
Virginia S Feb 2015
It wouldn't be clever
but I would however
If I can’t have you
dream you forever.
For Mike
Virginia S Feb 2015
**
I'm tired of dreaming at night.
I want to live the dream.
  Feb 2015 Virginia S
naifa aboali
I'm tired of being alive
I'm tired of not wanting to be alive
I'm tired of having responsibilities
I'm tired of pretending like everything is okay
I'm tired of going to a house that 'im suppose to call my “home ” but it’s not that at all
Its a roof over my head to keep me warm but not to keep me sane
I'm insane
I'm tired of thinking i'm insane
I'm tired of arguing
I'm tired of having to put in headphones to block out the world
I'm tired of living in a world where money is the number one priority because without money you have nothing
I'm tired of the world
i'm tired of writing about my feelings
I'm tired of hiding my feelings
I'm tired of feelings
I'm tired of thinking
I'm tired of breathing
I'm tired of being tired ..

-n.a.
Virginia S Feb 2015
I read
To live stories of others.
Stories of love.
Stories of war.

I read
To be someone I’m not.
Just for a while.
To forget my own heart.

*The truth is that I read
to forget that you are gone.
and to forget that I bleed.
... But I don't ever forget.
Virginia S Feb 2015

The
  Mountains  
you have climbed.
They are lucky. The mountains
you have climbed. They have felt
you. They have had your  
thoughts many times. They had your feet on  
  them once. Some had your feet on them twice. They have
had your mind on them a thousand times. You left a breath
on every step. You took breaths that then became air. Cold pure air.
That froze your throat but you did not care. Cold pure air that touched
your skin and touched your hair. Oh the mountains you have climbed. you
love them and you love the sky. The clouds, the wind, the stars. The storms, the nights. The snow, the sun. The silence and  the fear sometimes. They fill
   your void. You love them, and the mountains mother, they all love you back
For my mother I admire.
Virginia S Feb 2015
I once heard you say:
It is time to stop
I don't want you any more.

- *Words of death
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