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Daisy Jan 2014
Maybe our cars sat
side by side
at the traffic lights,
and you saw me
as the lights metamorphosed,
and I leant against the window
so something else could hold me
like the boy I'd left behind.

Or maybe I stood behind you, bad tempered,
impatient and sighing louder than necessary,
in the supermarket queue,
humming the notes of a song
that later would wrap you in the folds of slumber,
while I, in insomniac hours,
shrugged off dreamland and
wondered if he'd gone to sleep.

Maybe it was the summer
I dyed my hair blonde, and
had a face decorated with freckles,
and the pretendings of a tan.
I was desperately assigning the shapes
in the faceless clouds
to the boy who'd taken my heart
and forgotten me.

I hope that maybe I was the person
who reminded you of you,
on that particular blue Monday,
when you couldn't see
yourself.
Or perfumed the train with
your childhood vanilla, and you remembered
to call home,  
and it made your mother smile.

We are strangers, you and me,
but maybe, countries away,
he'll hear my laugh
unfold from you
in giggle shaped puzzle pieces,
and know.
You see, we are the stars of a labyrinthine galaxy,
inextricably connected as we trace ourselves
onto the night sky,
searching.
Alea Demetria Jan 2012
Footprints may no longer be visible, but they are never erased
To move forward you must first leave and it seems my feet are glued to the floor
I know what's best and i know what i need, but its hard to accept that none of that involves you
If you're no longer mine what am i so afraid to lose?
Maybe because everything i do is in someway for you

I didn't break my own heart but i handed you the hammer
So many things made up in my mind are a result of lingering hope and vague words

Under my feet is air made of bricks, pulling me down making me weak for you
I find myself repeating like a broken tune
I know this means nothing to you, but i remind myself that it is one more minute i am spending time with you

I am counting every kiss, yet keeping my distance
You make my heart skip a beat, yet rip it in two simultaneously

Each and every time i move on there is not a day that i don't think of you
I end a relationship and instead of hurting over them, i fall back into hurting over you

i constantly excuse your intentions
i give into my pretendings, which forgive you each time without me knowing,
they melt my heart to stone.

Every single time I turn around to leave i feel my heart begin to burst and bleed
So desperately I try to link it with my head, but instead I fall back to my knees
As you tear your way right through me i look past pain once again

I see through your charm, but your smile sparkles like a ray of sunlight through water
And you can find me like butter on the floor

Following my heart leads me down the same pointless path
Yet i can't help but look for a sign pointing me in the right direction

Why do you steal my hand whenever I'm standing my own ground
You build me up, then leave me dead

How can you make someone feel your love when you're the only one still in it
3 years and still crazy for you
Chaotic Angel Apr 2015
I'm tired of being strong.
I'm tired of being blamed when something goes wrong.
I'm tired of understanding other people's feelings.
I'm tired of listening to what other people are saying.
I'm tired of always smiling;
When I know i'm already drowning.
I'm just tired of all the pretendings;
Knowing you'll never even notice what's happening.
Even too tired to think for an accurate title for this
Michael Marchese Jan 2017
Making maps of childhood
Exploring great unknowns
Escaping to uncharted woods  
To fix my broken homes
From the sharpened sticks and stone
And the daggers often thrown
Though blunt and made of silverware
They cut through bone and love we shared
So always I alone

Was left to save the fantasies
In words I wrote and read
And picture perfect families
Envisioned in my head
For the dreams that made my bed
Free from monsters that I fled
By casting fears like spells abound
When under covers I then found
My nightmare light to shed

On each house-divided page
And unhappy never endings
In this tale of coming rage
Torn out from my notebook rendings  
To a tune of doom impendings
As the heroes of my youth defendings
Vanquished all my villains slain
With a sword of growing pain
Pulled out from my play-pretendings

*Ever I, the dragon's bane
tompoet rwanda Aug 2018
Just a save of caramity
A dagger for serenity
A crush for the hatred mentality
A bribe for my ability
Diminishing my ample capacity
Breaking my desired apology.

Dark reddish,my eyes glowed
An avalanche on me just snowed
My insecurities are awakened
Like i'm being hypnotized
I don't even know how it started.

Just a fake love with gluesome acids
A sturdy liar with much pretendings
Drowned me into beautiful seemed longings
And left me with grieved feelings
Now there's no more cuddles and soothings
Until my shallow heart
eye a night of elegant lightenings.
Rehardless of all others of their opinions of self
What they think believe imagion and feel as well
Only caring if you do in life who you really are
Deeply within for your own reasons need I tell

A time away on your own a safe place to think
One cannot lie to one's self being honest so
To as if sit back looking at yourself of your worth
And alone allow the honesty to freely simply flow

Of your deepest feelings of anything that be true
No lies secrets pretendings for any reason at all
Asking yourself who you really are and made of
For yourself self examination harsh questions fall

This worlds made of religious lies playing a part
Doing as others might expect you to within it be
To hell with others this is about you within alone
A time of self examination in all of deepest honesty

This is a world of others telling themselves such lies
More worried of impressing them for stupid reasons
Looking at the real world then at the real you within
Come what ever may the real you days nights seasons

They out there concerned of others not of themselves  
**** bi or hetro race position games they always play
Not of which are hurting them not knowing self within
As if life's a stage a script to follow a fitting each day

This is about you alone not another single soul that be
Asking yourself have you any real friends care anyway
Rich poor at all anymore in the real sense of friendship
That you can say really know who you are on any day

Any who think more of you than any alive honestly
This is a time to examine do you respect the real you
That if you allowed yourself to ever ask you within
Who you are inside who have you been telling lies to

Only those if any at all care who lives within the you
The very one inside you they so often think they know
If ever they ever did would they still be your friend
And have in all honesty ongoing respect for you so

Very few ever really do go within themselves so true
And be proud of who within yourself they within find
It's so over due on this planet any who this they do
Self examination of your self within heart and mind

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2019

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