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Creep Jun 2016
Things have changed,
But for the better my dear.
We have learned from our mistakes,
Promised to change and the
Future
Blossoms with possibility and promise.

I'm so excited to see where we will go.
Lion heart
By girls generation
  Jun 2016 Creep
Tolani Agoro
3AM
3AM this morning, you broke my heart
You had me in your palms and you ripped me apart
3AM this morning, there was no more us
No more me and you left to discuss
3AM this morning, you left me alone
Not even in person, not a call but a text on the phone
3AM this morning, I felt my heart ache
I felt my arms shiver and I felt my knees quake
3AM this morning, I no longer had you
I lost my sun, my stars, my earth and my moon
3AM this morning, I felt a great loss
I miss you, I MISS YOU, no sugarcoats or  gloss
3AM this morning felt like a dream
Tell me this is a joke or part of some scheme
Come back to me please cuz 3AM was a nightmare
Come back to me so our lives we can share
Come back so I can hold you again
So I can love you the right way with no distain
You have my heart, lock and key
I will fight for you if you are willing to fight for me
  Jun 2016 Creep
NV
and i have never really understood why i hate luggage.
why i barely own handbags,
and would much rather fit the necessities in my purse.
why school didn't seem so bad if i had less books on my back.

i had never really understood why i hated so much baggage.

until i realised that it was because i already had all of me,
to carry.
Creep Jun 2016
Those lost to the winds of time
bring me small smiles
little curls of warmth
tendrils of pain accelerating throughout
my body as I stare at the pictures
remembering those I have lost.
Somehow it doesn't feel right
to just move on
and not try to contact them again.
It doesn't feel right
to be such a big part of your life
only for them to disappear--
so here's to the one's lost!

To the ones to have slashed my heart to bits,
to the one to have healed my heart only to leave,
to the one to inject it with poison.

Here's to all of you,
the one's I have lost.
poison and wine
by the civil wars
---
was going through old emails and found some old emails between me and some old friends, some lost to me in Song, some crystallized in Amber. I miss you guys.
Creep May 2016
You know all those songs you introduced me to?
All those songs we used to listen to together?
I still listen to them today
Even though you're long gone and I'm still stuck in the quicksand of our love.
It hurts, but it's okay.

The memories flood back to me and
I welcome them all wholeheartedly.
For it reminds me of better days
Where the blue from the oceans stood out more
The crimson hues of the sunsets painting your very being
Where your onyx eyes bore far away
Past me and our galaxies.

And I always asked you, 'what do you see?'
And although you never really told me I still thought it was perfect for it was so worthy of your attention.

Now that that's all over and you've blown yourself away like the sand on the rocks
I can't help but wonder though.
Amidst the waves you sailed away from me by
During the thunderstorms you know I sent you
Did you ever look back to me
To us?
It may seem selfish but I really hope so.
Creep May 2016
Nothing seems right
It's not supposed to make sense
But somehow it all fits together
The hurt the agony
But yet all that love and smiles--
Spinning, spinning
Twirling in this sea of words
As the rain crashes down and with each raindrop
A gunshot of words
Fired right for me
Piercing me through and through

Yet somehow we're still standing
Isabel
By the wombats
  May 2016 Creep
unwritten
she was a poet,
and he was her pen.
in him,
she always found words to write,
songs to sing,
thoughts to think.

he'd smile,
and kiss her softly,
and say,
"write me a poem."

and she would.
she'd put poe,
and whitman,
and shakespeare to shame,
and she'd write a poem that made his eyes water.

she'd compare him
to a rose with no thorns,
a book with no end,
a world with no poverty --
the things we all wish for,
but can never attain.

//

he asked her one day,
"what am i?"
and so she picked up her pen,
and began the usual:
you are the shining sun after a hurricane,
with rays that open the eyes of the blind.

but he stopped her after those two lines,
and said that this time,
he didn't want any metaphors,
or similes,
or analogies.
he wanted the truth.

and so on that night,
as he slept,
the poet picked up her pen,
and she wrote.

she wrote,
then thought better of it,
then started over again,
and this cycle continued well into the early hours of the morning,
until suddenly,
she wrote, frantic,
if i can't love you for what you really are,
have i ever really loved you at all?


this, too,
she thought better of,
condemning it to the trash.

the next morning the poet was gone,
her final work a mere two words:

i'm sorry.

(a.m.)
this is more of a story than a poem but i like how it came out so leave thoughts & comments please
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