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 Nov 2015 Ominous
Hanna Mae Mata
You’re not even a disease.
But ****,
did you **** me well.
- aiming right at my heart.
 Nov 2015 Ominous
Hanna Mae Mata
There’s a half-empty cup on her nightstand,  
random sweaters piled behind her door,
endless stacks of books on her dressers,
crumpled pieces all over her floor -


She’s all too messy for one soul.
 Nov 2015 Ominous
Hanna Mae Mata
I see
the saddest colors
in your eyes
and
I hope
you wont see
the death
in mine.
 Nov 2015 Ominous
Hanna Mae Mata
There is no such thing
as a bad writer,
just one who isn't sad
- not sad enough.
 Nov 2015 Ominous
Jeremy Bean
Never try to dull your passions
you might just succeed.
 Nov 2015 Ominous
Jeremy Bean
Bitter
 Nov 2015 Ominous
Jeremy Bean
Sometimes I get angry
that it is so easy
for me to invoke emotion
in others
yet so hard
to do so
within myself.
Then I realize
that at least I still feel something.
 Nov 2015 Ominous
Silencer
You asked and wondered why I left
I questioned myself if I would ever be your next
Everyday our excitement became a little less
And our love for the other became a mess
The lies we neglected to confess
Had become days of agonizing stress

I remember the days we'd spend together
I remember when we believed it would last forever
I remember the scent of your perfume
I remember the day my love for you became immune
I remember passing out and waking up right next to you
I remember when you gave up despite of everything that we'd been through

   I remember you ...

I remember doing anything to have you
I remember when my blood would pump with jealousy
I remember the day that I became your enemy
But most of all
I... remember everything

   *But do you remember me at all?
One chance. Two chance. No chance.
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