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Maddie 5h
Oh the stars and moonlight
The stunning shine
But that shine is not enough to get you out of my mind
Morning walks
While we just talk
Nights on the grass
While we wish for time to not pass
Stuck in our own world
Were it's just us
The sun rises
And I too arise
Look to my right
And you are not in my sight
For you, my darling
Only live in my dreams
This is about wanting someone so bad that you dream about them and wake up to reality and realize that they are nowhere to be found.
They still carry love,
from lives once lived,
walking paths with
belief in destiny.

Their love so surreal,
kissed by every wounds.

She cloaked in petals,
with a bleeding heart.

Just as tree waits
for spring to bloom,
he waits for her,
to heal.
'Love is immortal'
An eternal love between her and her past lover, waiting to entwine again.
I know how to carry pain
not like a burden,
but like a second skin.
I've walked through fire in silence,
kissed betrayal on the cheek
and called it by name.

I know bad words.
Not just the ones they speak,
but the ones they plant
in the soil of a soft heart
and leave to grow wild.

I've tasted different traits
bitterness sweetened by charm,
gentleness sharpened to a blade.
I've danced with shadows in daylight
and called it love.

But this one...
this is new.

This ache that lives in my ribs,
this grief that kicks from inside,
this quiet war I fight
while smiling, while feeding,
while staying alive.

Excuse me,
but I’ve never been pregnant
with someone else's cruelty before.
Excuse me
if I need space
to untangle this web
before I decide which thread to cut.

I will lie here,
wrapped in blankets and restraint,
saying “I’m fine”
while every door in this house
begs to be torn from its hinges.

I want to set this silence on fire.
I want to burn this version of me
and walk barefoot through the ash
until I meet the woman
waiting on the other side
the one who chose herself.

I’ve known pain.
But this one is new.
And still
I will survive.
Because I have to.
Because I always do.
You crossed a line this time. That was foul.
Ghost 18h
This is a story of a boy and girl.
I can still recall those days as if they are archives themselves or a movie playing over and over again. I still see you standing there the light from the sun bouncing off you and gives you a heavenly glow more beautiful than the stars. I’m sorry I couldn’t prove to be worthy of your love and I hope if you do have anyone I just wish you happiness. If your hand isn’t taken and the fates align. I swear on my oath as the man I am now I won’t let you down again. But alas this is real life and all I’m left with here in the darkness is the curse and blessing of love and memory
Just a man who regrets what he’s done. But her and I were just kids then
Use my Ashes to Plant a Seed,
so You can Reap your Happiness as Fruits...

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
Love is a monster, horrible to depart,
Lives in a cave, pops out only to eat my heart.
Memories carved in my brain,
Letting go will cause much more pain.

How can I forget ever,
that you left me to suffer,
for your heart is numb and chilled,
due to which mine got killed.

I wanted to sail through your feelings,
and touch your deepest emotions,
in a depth, where I can see your rarest,
which no one knows, as its purest.

Now in the deepest place of sorrow,
Where I see, no tomorrow.
You never heard my soul's bellow,
The monster devoured my love, will never again grow.

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
Jonah 1d
I love your eyes,
Yet I hate the coldness in your soul.
I love your smile,
Yet I hate the harshness of your voice.
I love your hair’s soft curls,
Yet I hate its unkempt look.
I love your sweet perfume,
Yet I hate the bitter undertone of your scent.
I love dreaming of you,
Yet I hate the thoughts that haunt me.
I love you deeply,
Yet find myself tangled in hate.
I love your appearance,
Yet I hate your careless style.
I love your free spirit,
Yet I hate the distance it creates.
I find endless reasons to hate you,
Yet it only deepens my love.
For the one I truly loved.
You’re just a poem now.
Not a person.
Not a promise.
Not the boy who made my heart sit up straight
whenever you walked into the room.
Just a string of syllables I rearrange
when the silence gets too loud.

You’re just a poem now.
Not the ache in my ribs when you smirked
like we shared a secret,
not the heat in my cheeks
when your eyes said stay,
when mine said I already did.
You don’t get to be that anymore.

You’re just a poem now.
Lined up like lies in stanzas,
pinned to pages you’ll never read.
I turned your name into metaphor
so I could burn it without guilt.
I made you rhyme with mistake,
with heartbreak,
with "never again."

You’re just a poem now.
Tamed by ink,
softened by rhythm,
safe in the distance between
what we were
and what we’ll never be again.

You’re just a poem now.
And I?
I’m the poet.

I write.
I erase.
I move on.
Kyla 2d
I cry often and hard at the moment,
From the soul
Anxiety is rampant and how I wish it wouldn’t control me
I’m too heavy for the people I want to bring joy
But he listens and he cares and he knows the outlines of the darkness inside of me
He kissed my hands and my head
When I called him beautiful
He almost cried
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