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The time in which we gathered together,
Lost in our arms and eyes,
Correctly begins with "Once upon a time..."
And does now beguile my sunrise.
-
A wasteland is wont for many explorers,
In its greed though, it keeps them forever,
But the paradise I found with you
Would light my every endeavor.
-
Were each freckle a map of stars upon,
The shining blue sky this morn,
They"d allow me to navigate your sea of soft skin,
And mend a heart, forlorn.
-
An anchor that kept my vessel afloat
While Poseidon's depression near' took me with him,
I held the key to your heart, fabled Atlantis,
In love as I could ever have been, by an Angel, smitten.
-
The tender kashmir lips,
That promised and fulfilled me to sleep,
Have dispersed long ago,
And have tempted me to weep.
-
Complex reflections of my own inner self,
Revealed the catastrophe in full,
Though you had my heart for yourself,
I couldn't find where it leisurely lulled.
-
Young and daft, I took my own risks,
Risks that transformed into sorrow,
Shielded at last, that upon my cask'
Shall be writ' "perhaps joy comes on the morrow"
-
The serene, subcontious Siren
Knows not even of her own beauty,
With eyes that could stop time and planes
Of space, she can, so truly.
-
I beg to be rid of the memories,
I ask for constant euthanasia,
I consume to forget entirely
And regret my own mistakes here.
Forever
That’s all I ever wanted
Together
With you

But we were too young, too foolish
To believe that everything we wish
Would come true
But
They
Don’t

Time will never wait for us
Just like the back of that old school bus
All it ever does is pass us by

Even if we did stay together
Even though we do love each other
Time will always slip out of our hands
Just like
Sand

So maybe it’s better
To turn and walk away
Maybe one day we’ll have forever
And you’re really here to stay
© 2018 Alessia Koh All rights reserved
Time is never enough, let's all spent it wisely...
written on 18/9/18 by Alessia
Cunning Linguist Jun 2013
How did I wind up in this mess that I'm in?
You know we always said forever,
now we'll never be friends
you sealed our fate,
with a kiss on the lips
destiny took a twist
and now we'll never be the same

I'm sitting here (alone) with you,
locked in my conscience
trying to pick up the pieces
of whats left of this

I feel like I don't know you
after all we've been through,
All I feel is resent
and how much I hate you

Do I even know you?
how can I even pretend,
that these last few months weren't wasted,
you're so hard to forget

getting lost in your eyes
was my demise
the butterflies just won't end
and it comes as no surprise

I don't care anymore that
you wouldn't spare me the time of day
so we could mend all of this
And joke like it was yesterday
we built it all just to tear it away

We're dumb little kids
how did we wind up like this?

I used to think it was so hard
to find someone who
could make me feel that way
until I met someone like you
I just want to sit here
and laugh about who you've become
why do I find it so easy to say
you just weren't the one?

My dreams don't include you
I guess I've finally moved on
Quentin Briscoe Apr 2013
In sick twisted fields of meadows laced with electricity
I deemed I was correct
justifying my day dreams
and nullifying my nightmares
but embellishing yours
creating a new idea of fear...
for you to have to beware
for i hardened your delicate structure
i froze your river bed
but with one kiss, a time fracture
I could bloom a rose red
with one touch, a light action
i could re-illustrate your head
painting pretty colors of forever
me and you fornever dead
because my first intentions
were to love
never meant i to harm
but just like poppy seeds and **** leaves
I have a higher charm
so in these electric fields of purple grass sparked
rest these thoughts of you and the danger that I brought...
st64 Nov 2013
r EVOL ution
uncoils slowly by the fire
pondering of profound-flickering in the reverse-sparks
within the pupils of shifting-light


1.
love(r) dips deep within a hardy fire-maker from another sky
body recycled and soul carried on
mind unlike any other
it’s simply a matter of Time.. holding that rusty-key of long ago
entrusted to a cavorite-place behind silent-wells whose treadle-functions heaven forgot


2.
yet what counts highest sits on a ledge of paradox
as happiness falls short upon the threshold of *fornever and never
after

there are tumult-fears to overcome
and it needs time, once again
as hearty does beseech temporal-cogs to ensure one full revolution

thanks are not enough for things that words fail to express
no specific thing to pin-point
of the immense power the discharged-missile holds
who is ever the same person in the marching of months?


3.
exponential growth is combustion understated and surreal-excitement catches
to find traction in the whistling wind.. only a quarter-whisper away
it has instead.. been phenomenally unreal

.. can't explain it
.. won't deny it


4.
the full idea has near-outgrown its twin-seal flanks
that choices came shaking.. aghast and                                
dripping its magenta-fury in heavy-drips upon the sand
                                                            ­                                            half-spilling lava-filled cups of ire            
near the camp-side        
grabbed it by the lapels        


shaking – I love you so
now, why can’t you say it?
why won’t you declare it?
what holds your yellow-*** back so?


5.
there's a power-burst in the trajectory-whirligig here..
can’t be stopped, won’t be stopped

burnt offering rises up in a scathing-hiss

  and exudes such a sweet-cleansing                                                  ­                                           

   of               ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                           

semi-cinnamon and subtle ginger                                                    




a­nd.. love is but a word whose letters
lie
in the sand






S T – 11 nov 2013
so, yeah.. that’s about the size of it.. lol



sub:  none

none of loss
in moult of moments
let go
to see the new
In the instant a second presented itself
It dissolved, shrunk to the second...past
Out, gone.....a single thought could not be reinvented
For it was a second too late to squeeze the beginnings
With elementary mood breakers

Could the second have been different, thereby
Creating the onset of a brand new colour pallet
Drifting off, a direction lost to us, unable to pick
Up the tracking device of the rudamtary subliminal
Message, distorted by sleeping particles stored
Latently....dulled to the jazz tones of deaf ears

Identification slaves fired, packed up and rolled out
Partners squabbling, second '2'.... demise
Precious seconds lost, creating 3rd and 4th second
Lapses, prisoners of the past, what was and is no longer
Do we grasp the very second, conscious of the sound of
‘NOW’, cleansing our minds eye, rinsing our field of vision

The seconds may escape, existing in fornever land
Damaged as they trip and stumble in their two legged
Race to the realm of nowhere, continually stepping out of
Time with themselves, soaking up the spoils of
‘None of their business' lifestyles, dallying
In the lanes of borrowed lives, unrecognising
The empty shell of their own............
Sarah Wilson Jun 2010
with every promise comes uncertainty,
and that's something i've never
been comfortable with so i'd
like to say, "i promise,"
and i'd like to say,

"forever," but you said, "fornever,"
and chased it down with
a shot of absolut plus
"and for always,"and then
i managed to convinced myself,

"i can handle tonight," and
you said, "i love you,"
so i said, "please, please...
take me down," and you
said, "how far?" so i...

showed you.
and everything was backwards and nothing made sense but we went for it anyway. saturday and sunday, june 5th and 6th. 2010.
Whereafter dost thou reasoning come from?
Fornever now, it seems
Thou refuseth to cease misinterpretainting
Creating inconsistencies
Contaminatrix of the truth
Unrelating just enough of the tale
To disemvowel and fractionalize reality
Circumstating confusion with the twisting of words
So as to use the truth as a weapon of dysfunction
Funding the wages of thine own endeavastaions
With the tears and sufferustrations of innocents
Transmortifying truths into lies
Not so simple decapitalizations
Of actualities transpawned into vague factsimilarities
Swaying favor to thy manipulatory malpractices
If only for a spell in thy momentioning selfascism
Never quite learning thy lessoning
But so violently hypocritiquing those bestowing the same unto thee
In the idiodicies of constantly evapartaking in the twisting of words
Thou hast fashioned thyself into thy greatest falsity
And that is the complete truth thou shalt never fully receive
I have been turning this idea over for a spell now. I may not have done it quite so as some authors of past have before, but I felt that the creating and twisting of words in this instance brings more understanding to the madness and selfish motivation some people feel when twisting the truth into a half truth, which ultimately evolves the truth into lies, so as to use it to sway favor or assist in their personal gain in whatever way they are doing so. It is one thing that I still see being done to myself and so many others by people who do not realize that by enlisting the use of half truths, they have become nothing but a lie themselves, which eventually they alone will continue to believe, and most will not even entertain the idea of this when confronted with it unless doing so with more lies, unless it is done to them as they do to others. That is usually the only time they insist that it is quite a wrong and dishonorable thing to do to someone, which fully demonstrates the definitions of both hypocrisy and self deception, in my opinion. I have used the twisting and creating of words in a positive way to support and emphasize what I see as the whole truth, instead of in a negative way merely to create a half truthful lie as so many seem to do. Hopefully I have succeeded.
Amelia Jo Anne Apr 2014
you've never seen me tuck my edges in. don't notice the differences between my familiars. you stared in silence seeing my voodoo doll reality; stick pins through a waxen image. you swore revenge long before you got the news i'd been wronged. the time to be proud & protective is when you have an audience. take a step back, take back your brave *******. keep talking: i love hearing you convince yourself you've never failed me.

you overlooked me folding in on myself. i keep lowering my standards, cleaning out more of my closet: clearing out more of myself. halving & halving a torn-page treason (until i am fornever more). the piled suitcase of your empty promises, your sulking tender mercies, your smirking fist grazes; i keep finding i need less & less of my inheritance.

if i keep walking on & keep calling home, will i keep waiting for you to ask what my lenses are like to look through? if i keep growing my hair & composting my body, will i someday bear fruit? if i ease into each fluctuated stride, does it matter how many miles these feet kiss? how does bloodletting me make you feel like a man? if i needed attention, would you watch over me?

but there's no good illusion for these stinging welts.
Calli Kirra Sep 2013
This sweat isn't for you
Got a whole lot of lyin to do
I mean thanks for the bottle,  I like it I do
It'll really be good when the boys roll through
When it slides down my throat
When it spills on the floor
When the scent of cinnamon slips out the door
What? Did you think we'd drink it together?
I like it much better when 'forever' is 'fornever'
Dinner? With you? Sure I'd love to
Take me out and show me around
Ill get high after so I won't come down
Ill be a polite lady just for you
But only if you get me a bottle
Or two
wordvango May 2021
Fornever howl amongstest darkless how that makes one grasp
Upsides down when down has been a view for too long when
Reconizating it in anothers view
Let's say their red ****** swooled
Eggs aside
A grizzly nose a burbank chin a long since washed smell
How that makes a view
Of septic wonder realitating
Obfuckscuating
The governed publicity *******
On a hot day June year unknown middle of somewhere wishing it were Woodstock again hearing echoes of

God only knows these kinds of sink swim knee on neck sarcasm and violence lying loudly from every space time capsule
As

They walk wildly
Around
Lactating drooled ******* genetic mutants
Robots

I'll just take a hit
Now
Thanks

Sit here
That day you got off

    my pain a prescient phenomena
of the future of our union

No worries

I wore misleading “white”
You stated misleading vows

       A sanctified (doomed) promise of fornever

— The End —