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To heareth ones Buenos Dias
On just one telephone call

Shalt be heaven
In these lonliest of hours!!!

Tis
As these hours
Seem way to long!!!
I write you
all these poems
wanting to give them all
to you.
But I hold them back
and keep them
for the time being
because you are not ready.

But sometimes I wonder,
do you secretly write
songs about me
the way I not-so-secretly write
poems about you?
You drive me insane sometimes.
 Jun 2015 Virginia S
Devin Ortiz
Im happiest with you.
The passion for change,
Good natured eyes melt
Resistance to intimate longings.

Of course, these words aren't spoken.
Written so that I'm free.
To explain I'm broken,
Fighting this world in a mask,
That is not my own.
You accept without knowing,
But I run away with my pieces,
Trying to put myself together,
Isolated, in my habitat of
Pushing you away, mixed signals
Hurting you like always.

Read these words, know I'm sorry.
I am an arrogant fool,
Pride prevents this fantasy
From seeping into reality.
I cannot get around you.  
Carve me into something beautiful.
Take these shattered remnants
Of my anatomy and make it
Art.
It's easier to write how you feel than to speak it sometimes.
 Jun 2015 Virginia S
cielo lg
As she stared at at the mirror,
she hated herself.
For being ugly.
Pathetic.
Depressed.
And for giving up easily.
Yet what she didn't know,
Somebody out there wished to be her.
 Jun 2015 Virginia S
nico pascual
The night is never really quiet,  
You hear the breeze even
as it shifts all around you.
It is the memory of the day
recalling all that has happened,
Nothing stirs. Memory ebbs.
No shuffling of feet, no voices
talking without speaking.
No traffic rushing up
and down the streets,
among the palm trees.

Absence keeps us alert,
with only certain things to hear,
The movement of the trees,
a slight tug of the waves
of thought, breaking on
the shore, only heard in silence.
Once more a shadow walks
the dark recesses of my soul.
Opening door’s that have
long been left closed and
releasing things locked away.

Memories of a long dead past play
across my tightly closed eyelids.
Curled into a ball with hands covering
my ears, I struggle to shut out the
screams of crushed and dying dreams.

mkt
When you leave,
Dont forget about me,
When you go,
Take me with you,
In your heart,
So when ever you need me,
Ill be there to protect you.

It may be lonely,
So remember im only a phone call away,
Remember ill always be here for you,
I wish i could hold you,
Make everything alright,
But i cant,
So ill just comfort you with my words,
Just remember ill always be here.

So when you go,
Dont forget about me,
Remember me,
My kindness,
My laugh,
My silliness,
My ability to always care for you,
Because when you leave honey,
I wont forget about you.
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