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Sarah Sep 2015
There's a cup of
coffee in the cup I got
when I lived in
France, turning cold,
sitting
on a book I'm using
as a coaster, called
"Goblin Market"

and the vinyl that
I found for 50 cents
is turning slowly in
my Craigslist turntable,
76 trombones
76 trombones

and I'm trying to make
my way through
"Tuesdays with Morrie,"
because Mitch Albom
makes me cry
and now
I'm thinking only
of heartbreak,
rejection,
un-
requited
love and of
the day, the weeks, the months
my grandma
died.

There's so much to be
happy for
sad for
teeter totter for

I love this life and
I feel so much pain.
Shalyn Sep 2017
D.
In this chapter,
I’ve met you.
For these words
Will become yours
as I write this poem into you.

You say that peace is your favourite word
But darling in this world,
Peace is in the eyes of you,
My sunshine.

You remind me of
flowers and the sun;
how they yearn to be together,
So full of warmth and happiness.
To soak in your warmth
Is like being in a home
that I’ve never had.

peace is the silence
when you and I sit together.
a silence as comforting
as reading Mitch Albom
on a quiet rainy evening.

And in those moments
When you smile ,
My heart flutters.
Just like the spring birds
Awaiting for the arrival
and affection from the morning sun.

And in this chapter,
I’ve found you.
Your soul,
As bright and genuine
as the moonlight
That glistens through
the storms no matter what.

I write this to you
In hopes of conveying
That the sun will always love
The moon brightly
And so shall I,
for you are my love.
"I am not an open book.
The hardness of my cover and the complexity of my contents were not designed for weak fingertips and feeble minds. I have been opened once or twice. My spine stroked by flimsy hands, held with a broken focus, my pages slightly skimmed through, only to be put down mid-sentence. I have yet be placed in the gentle care of a reader that doesn’t mind that my chapters are often cut short, my edges sharp and my pages loose; one with the intent to finish.

I have begun to find solace in my own story, comfort in between the lines and a curious fascination for the pages still blank.

I only pray that one day, my sentences will leave traces of ink on the heart strong enough to comprehend them and I am no longer taken out of context."

for you, danish.    **
Dark n Beautiful Mar 2023
I will always have the fear of love
.
A fear of relationships and love tends to be deep-rooted,
and be connected to a fear that love hurts (quotes)
The heartbreak, the intimacy of knowing, that they were there
And now they are in the arms of another,
Doing the things that they had promise to us
Like loving us to death, while opening mortal wound:
Death ends a life, not a relationship>” Mitch Albom
What is lovely never dies, but passes into another loveliness
I hate my x, but not his offspring,
I love coke- cola but not the caffeine
I love ***, but not the togetherness:
I will always have the fear of love,
But I will always remember that one kiss,
The last goodbye, but his first hello
That look in his eyes, the day I saw him cry
I won’t apologize for guarding my heart
My expectations, of him shatters us
(My soul, wait in silence for God only, for my hope is from Him. Luke 3:15)
I shall not be afraid to walk the street alone
Without his hands in mine, or his comforting words
At the stop light, “please wait before we cross”
But I still have the fear of love for the mortal man
He oppresses, dehydrates and ever suffocates us (quotes)
However, God’s love never fails us:
I shall always distance myself from love
Even many might say that love is life,
And life is worth living without that kind of love.
I shall never tremble again, nor grip my heart
Because love had disappointed me
My love for them is real, they love for me is about the money,
,

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