"unrecieved" poems
Title : SHE'S BEAUTY
TO MY EYES
Poet : Phyll
Genre : Love/hurt/decision
P/Sw no. : 293
Year : 2018
SHE'S BEAUTY TO MY EYES
As Authored By Phyll
Babe,
I searched for meaning of love in your teary eyes,
I looked for peace in your laughter,
Dug for pleasure in your centre,
Your words burned flames of passion in my innocent soul,
As your tender nails did my back,
But they didn't reach deep enough,
I didn't know what i exactly needed from you.
But with you,
And besides you,
I Phyll felt closer to getting it.
After a long loving season,
Things began to change,
From lasting to Lusting.
I never cared cause all i saw was you babe.
Now I've lost all touch,
My a million calls unrecieved,
Plans unfulfiled,
Messages unreplied to,
Blue ticks decorating my app...
Really babe!
Do you really have to be this way?
I Phyll i feel incomplete,
With my eyes wet,
Tears threatening to spill,
I Phyll for ages had longed for US,
But not i feel It's a pass.
Once my heart which was full,
Now it's considered wreaked.
Just cause you left without saying goodbye.
For once lady,
Please allow me...
Allow me to question you and your crocodile tears.
Do you think of me as devil who lacks mercy?
Do you see me so cruel and unforgiving?
Do you think I'd run you over for what you did to my heart?
If only you knew...
The love!
How much i loved you,
You'd be right here with me.
If only you knew...
The power!
Tge power i did put wgen i found you torn apart with a heart crushed into powder you'd do me right.
If only you knew...
The strength!
The amount of streng i did invest in US even when everyone else was against US succeeding and having a brighter future ahead with two lovely kids you'd appreciate my efforts.
If only you knew the impact...
That you have over me!
I'd run to you even if you betrayed me a million times.
I'd melt in your arms even without an apology coming from you.
Not for your beauty,
Buuuu...
I said but,
Because it's you;
The real you,
The inner you.
Not only do i Phyll feel my body,
But i feel my soul too fell in love with you.
If only you could come back..
To mend my broken beyond repair heart;
That is.
But its too late for that!
You an sob all you want?
Remember the famous saying;
What you do to others...
Haha ...
So sorry lady.
One promise I've made to Phyll;
my love,
I mean LOVE .
Yes the same one,
The true love i had for you,
It will never come back to you.
I'Ve left you behind,
Just like i do to my shade.
Not cause i hate it nor you,
But cause you're of no value.
I deserve real in my reality,
Just as i love in my love life.
You were beauty to my
Eyes,
But not anymore.
So
Bye,
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
COPYRIGHT BY PHYLL
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(C)2018.
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 6:10 AM UTC
You came to me tonight,
for the first time in six months,
with wit and glamour,
and the fruit of your tongue.
*My ship
is sinking,
the ocean,
a diabolic swell,
is spilling overboard.*
I've known it was capsizing
since you first opened your mouth
and asked my name.
I watched you steer that wreckage
right into my stomach
and pull me aboard.
Humming, solemn,
my warnings unrecieved.
*I've gotten the help I need,
a life boat,
shaped like a bottle of pills,
a chemical chaos
in my head.*
I told you the waters
were unforgiving
that Poseidon's tantrums
would pull you
under.
Fueled by rattling orange containers
with a printed label reading:
KEEP OUT OF REACH OF CHILDREN
with the side effects of
SUICIDAL THOUGHTS/FEELINGS
NAUSEA
DESIRE TO DROWN SHIPWRECK-SURVIVORS
You were right
You spoke,
as you held me below the surface.
You're sinking again,
in little powdery ovals
jammed in your throat
with all the wheezing frogs.
and the taste of a stranger's lip gloss
is washed away
with a glass of water
following
your recommended
daily dosage.
Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 3:22 AM UTC
Stark ipseity
Trance tranquilty
Oxidized reality
Fear what's inside of he
Hardened, weathered wear
Reinforced steel layer
An unrecieved prayer
From this dweller of a lost lair
Killing none with his righteous ammunition
A dark dancer omitted his foreign recognition
Of which I received in a dim rumination
He felled so foul, triggered the end
A sterile head rolled off to a shallow ditch
Gone are the days of the Baphomets
An order of the forgotten rebel
Who lost their way to that downed castle
Where it's said the bell tolled one last somber knell
This tale is old and long forgotten,
Scribed on tomes molded and rotten
The story holds nothing now but a ghastly haunting
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 7:13 PM UTC