"will someday disintegrate"
Melody W 

Quietly skimmed off the water,
no one bothered to wonder
where it had disappeared to

And the wind, unknown tyrant,
whistled and ambled aimlessly
down the grassy knolls
In its absence, skies turned
a startling iridescent blue
coagulating with pallid grey

and the diaphanous leaves
so thin and transparent in the light,
trembled ever so slightly -

until an odd ripple effect
mercilessly shook entire branches,
birthing simple pattern reflections

And yet -
When lettering in the sand
curled up, aghast,
to reveal buried secrets
Why, the past was blown away
like nothing at all
of significance

And memories, like sea foam,
will someday disintegrate
into nothingness

©MW
"will someday disintegrate"
Melody W 

when the wind skimmed it off the water,
no one bothered to wonder
where it disappeared to;
the wind, unknown tyrant,
whistled and ambled aimlessly
down the grassy knolls

in its absence, the sky turned
a startling iridescent blue
and the diaphanous leaves
so thin and transparent in the light,
trembled slightly, lightly -

until a ripple effect
mercilessly shook the entire branch
creating simple pattern reflections
pushing other patterns to quickly
assemble themselves and
replace previous ones
while lettering in the sand curled up
to reveal buried secrets

Why, the past was blown away
like nothing of significance
And memories, like sea foam,
will someday disintegrate
into nothingness

©MW
"Hoping that someday it will stop hurting when I hear it."
Mariana Seabra 

You went away.
And you took my soul with you.
Now I don't know how to love
I don't know how to breath right
I don't know how to think right
I don't know how to walk right.
I feel every bone in my body aching
I think that they feel your absent too.
I keep trying to find something to hold on to
But it just hurts so much to look at you.
You're like the sad song that I keep playing
Over and over again
Hoping that someday it will stop hurting when I hear it.
But it never does.
You're like the cold wind that cuts right through my skin
Sometimes it hurts
But I still love him.
You're like that drama movie that makes me cry everytime I see it.
I know that I will cry, but I still see it anyway.
You're everything that hurts and still
I love it anyway.

"That my purpose here in life, is to someday be a mom,"
Tyler Loeslein 

Band-aids on boo-boos, kiss the pain away,
Being their older sister, I know the words to say,
To make the crying stop, to cease the tear flow,
Raising my little brothers, really helps to show,
That my purpose here in life, is to someday be a mom,
But until that day comes, injured brothers I will calm.

"Someday, you will find."
TurtleLovingNewYorker 

I don’t pretend to know
What love is for you.
I don’t expect you to see it
The way I see it, too.

I don’t mind if you disagree,
I don’t mind if you stop reading,
I don’t mind if you think they’re silly-
These things I believe in.

I believe that love
Is more than just sex
Because loving a stranger
Shouldn’t be something to regret

I believe that love
Is stronger than hate
Because its love that makes us hurt
It’s not anger that keeps us up late

I believe that love
Is a word that’s said too much
Because we tend to hear it more often
Than we feel its touch.

I believe that love
Is a word that’s not said enough
Because you can pretend to not care
But there’s always one person to call your bluff

I believe that love
Is a word that’s to be meant
It’s supposed to be for keeps
Not something for rent

I believe that love
Is often misunderstood
I’d explain it to you
If only I could

But I believe in love
I believe it can change a thing or two
I believe that if you meant it once
Really meant it?
You’d mean it now, too

I believe that love
Can change over time
There are different types of love
Not all are so hard to find

Love believes in you
It believes in us all
Why else would we keep finding it
After every other fall

Keep loving, keep living
Keep believing that in time
All the types of love in the world
Someday, you will find.

August 27, 2012
"someday.."
TurtleLovingNewYorker 

I talk words of lust
with a boy unaware
I know not if it's unjust
if he knew that i would dare

To be touching lips with another
and another after that
3 boys who want me
and on top of that...

an ex-lover who awaits
her love to be reciprocated
by one she had wronged
by me, yes, I she has wronged.

and alas, the sister of a friend
whom i am confused upon
if i should love her or not
fool, you may think that she is the last one

another girl at school
she is but a year older
i see her from time to time
rarely i seek for her

she is but a crush
the sister, but a dream
the ex-lover - such a waste
and though it may seem

that i am an adultress
because of all these men
but judge me not
i don't belong to any of them

commit, you say
it is for the best
but if i do so again
i may have to rip out my chest

it hurts beyond words
and the pain - i may not be able to bare
and i'd have to swallow the hurt again
till i am too numb to give a care

so tell me, kind stranger, what would you do?
if you had 3 boys and 1 girl loving you
another girl, you might love
and another girl, as a crush
don't you think it's a tad bit too much?

though, i can't control it
I need to be reassured
that though my love betrayed me
this broken vessel be cured

by something more real
it has to exist
something i wont be afraid to love
something far greater than a kiss

something others cant take from me
something thats just mine
something that i can have
and keep for all time

so tell me, kind stranger, do you take me for a fool?
you think i don't know that such thing is hard to find?
that it is but impossible
because i am still so blind

i'll find my happiness
i pray to the gods i do
but only once i stop thinking of finding it
is when id find you

you. whom i have poured my heart and soul out to
without giving a rat's ass
one i'm not afraid of - i'm afraid of everything.
you, who is not wearing a mask.

if you tell me that you're right there
id lose all faith in man kind
because i know you're not
i know that now.

if you tell me you wont hurt me
don't say another word
because i know you will hurt me
i know that now.

but i can love myself
i can live for myself, too
i know that now
i don't exactly have to live for you.

it is my life
this is my world
but i'm lonely
because i'm too scared to be that broken hearted girl

the one who cried
the one who swore
and hit her lover
and walked out the door

even if i could
i wouldn't change a thing
because through this mangled heart
i can love true again

someday..

March 17, 2011
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