I think of you in light.
I'm learning from this experience even though I've lost my fight.
I must stay strong
I must move on
I can't give in so I best give up
I'll let you win if it means less pain cause you've suffered enough and i can't even say your name.
Just like me...
I have always written down my thoughts for as long as I can remember it makes me feel calm and helps me in my life I suppose it is all to do with letting of steam and letting go of things. One thing is for certain it is one of the things in my life that I could not imagine not...
Dora swallowed whole, by spoonfuls her horrid bowl of gelatinous oatmeal. She gave herself a canker sore by poking the roof of her mouth with a dry, blackened piece of toast and further aggravated it by slamming her glass of acidic orange juice...
I came out of the milk-house wearing a old coat with strips of bright red material pinned (with big, yellow ducky diaper pins) to the hand-me-down, mismatched buttoned coat. The red is to protect me from deer hunters should I get out near the big woods...
Deep and more painful than those that bleed. Constant tears behind these eyes, constantly flowing on my insides. There is struggle in this life beyond what you've imagined lays mine. Thoughts in my mind I fear to share. So don't you dare ask what's wrong because it's ALL beyond...
dishonesty and in disarray, drowning in the sorrow of all the lies you fabricate to get your way, I see you through hallowed eyes into your soul are three shades of gray, so alone and empty as you apply your deceptive thoughts so cruel to portray, are you destined to rot then...
Those who took hot lunch and those of us who took cold lunch apparently required segregation. The furthest table from the hot lunch service counter, the one under the drafty old basement windows, the table that was older and ...
When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the...
Love on one side, hate on the other, how is that, which to choose..Like a magnet i'm pulled to your negative, always playing the positive fool.Can't do it but I want to win, you make me crazy, putting bullet's through friend's.What's funny to you makes me want to die, so feed me...
Hateful, full of unacquainted rage.
Pushing past reality,
Prying open the pains of my past hate.
Showing my deeds to all,
Exposed for public enjoyment.
My third eye crying blood,
Insights lost to the edge of a blade.
Try not to languish to long,
It is my fault for your love...
Standing on the hilltop Anna could see all the way down to the tiny black shack. Dark smoke chugged from the chimney. Someone was there. Anna crouched down in the tall weeds and waited until there was a sign that the little cabin was empty. ...
but here goes my perfect fantasy life
I wake up in the morning and text my boyfriend. He texts me back and says "morning cupcake see u at school😍". I smile to myself and look in the mirror. I walk put for breakfast and my mom says "You look beautiful". I say thanks and get...
Who watched them?
Only the birds glanced upon them not knowing what they saw.
On the soft morning air music drifted quietly into the peace of their still place.
Their place, a spot by his river.
Trees stood like still sentinels, surrounding the lovers.
Sunshine, gentle, not...
It is just barely getting bright.
A glimer of hope inside.
In my heart, love always abides.
Life is meant to be a journey.
Too many times I was left yearning.
Wherever my road leads,
I have the strength to succeed.
I have observed that there are so many wounded hearts in this world which scream to be heard. Stories of love which have failed to blossom for any reason.
If there is someone you love and they dont love you back, or if you lost your loved one to death, or any such catastrophe...
but it's true. I love reading (lol that's not the weird part) but I think that I read so much that I'm mentally writing my life in my head (here we go...). I will be doing something and find myself mentally telling about what I am doing in the first person like I am writing...
as usual have i expressed myself have i ever come out of my comfort zone. Yes I have been beaten down but by whom. Myself no one else has it in them to do it to me. No don't worry it is not something filled with regret or remorse. I just felt I can change myself a little bit. A...
can we reverse the structure and erase them all?
and if people were figments of, our imagination,
will it help us understand?
days past by and waste our time,
wake eat sleep no reason why,
till death knocks on our front door,
laid to rest we'll be no more,
what if every...
It’s so very odd hearing the people in the room next to me chattering. These strangers speaking as if they were old friends, as if a connection of some odd kind actually existed between them. They chortle and chuckle, smile and smirk, how very odd indeed! They offer up the...
Those beautiful times we were together . Have past somehow and I don't know how to make things better.
They say you used me, but I felt your love. Maybe I liked the abuse, any attention from you is better then none. I though I moved on, but I can't let go. I heard your laugh...
Like many other late night prose, this story ends with me sitting propped up against my headboard illuminated by only the artificial glow of my IPad. However, it began with the glow of a different light.
This day passed along much like all the rest of the days in my world. As I...
How could I ever
begin to explain
the spontaneous laughter
or when the tears fall like rain
What else could you do
but just walk away
when I want to tell you
but there's nothing to say
* so I cry or I laugh with no reason or rhyme
I spend thoughtless silence...
christian boy. Always taught to treat women like the princesses they are. He knew he was lucky. Dad was a powerful, imposing man, but he was confident in himself, so much so that he allowed his vulnerability to be seen.
He danced with his little girl at Father Daughter dances...
depression. Maybe even a slight obsession.
Yet it's no match for what I feel when I look at you. How can I feel empty yet full at the same time.
Empty because I no longer contain the power to bring a life into this world with your eyes and my smile.
Full because for that...
my bare footsteps
make hollow sounds against the pavement,
as I run to meet you;
what is my lot in life?
Why the tears? you ask.
only you, my love.
bringing out the best...
the (oh my god) romantic, in me
If it is a dream,
I pray it never ends.
I use writing as my stress relief. I write poems according to how I fell especially when I'm upset about something. It's how I get stuff off my chest that I can't say out loud. It's easier for me to lay my feelings on paper then it is for me to speak them. Honestly I think that's...
I managed my eluding friend to stay back with me and made sure he didn't go away and came with me. I took him with me to meet the others. I asked with whom does he have a problem. He said none of us and Our Gang's heart and Soul or you could call...
My Secret Garden
The scribe peers intently through an intricately woven wrought iron gate. On the other side is the most beautiful secret garden that she has ever experienced, even in her wildest dreams. Herein lay a special place of solitude where her spirit awakens as ideas...
I was confused, "a piece of glass? That's how you describe life?"
With those words he picked up a small glass jar and said
"Throw this on the ground"
So I did as he told me.
"Is it broken?"
I respond "yes"
Can u fix it and make it perfect again?"
I shake my head.
before I had. I sat up and took out my ear plugs for they made an eerie quiet which made me feel stuck within my own head. Once I took them out I realized that was just me.
I listened to the nerds in the apartment complex next door watch Star Wars and tried to imagine life...
face him. Her pretty face was regaining its normal look of defiance. She sat on the bed and crossed her legs.
"I didn't tell you to sit", he said quietly.
She began a retort, but looked at his face and thought better of it. Something was there that she hadn't seen before. She...
her heart fell
out of place.
he doesn't know
how to cope.
all she can do
now is hope.
the razors wait
for her blood.
his depression ends
with a hateful flood.
she wants it all
to be over.
but he still
is her lover.
The Mariner's Wife
Each time they met was like the first
Although far from unfamiliar
Beginning a little shy, glancing away, unsure
But soon returning to bold certainty
While away, his dreams were filled with her
The smile, the laughter and the sigh
The memory of her...
A call at 2:30 am in the morning man **** it do you know any place where I can get some booze. I am startled , First abuse some then He abused me back I just checked the number then it is my friend I ask him what happened da...
and noticed you.
I saw a flame.
You had a certain fire in your eyes.
I understand now, the fire i saw came from your soul.
Never had I seen such a lighting burning fire in someones eyes.
They captivated my heart in an instant.
I lost my heart.
It's still drowning in your soul...
I have loved you; it seems, since the beginning of time – so deeply it feels impossible to have begun with my relatively insignificant life. My longing burns when we are apart and consumes when we are together. The more I have of you, the more I want of you, until all that is...
I write, certainly. The problem is that what I write disgusts me. Disgust is not a strong enough word, actually, more like I loathe the words on the page with every fiber of my being.
I look down at a poem I have written and there are a thousand tiny little voices telling me...
I just want to be close and hold tight
All you do, is all I need and if it's good for you its good for me, so hold tight
Don't turn away in fear, in this time and in this space, keep us here and hold tight
A tender moment lost in bunches of passionate kisses and light touches...
her cheek blurred as salt filled tears fall soaking one spot on her silky blouse that made her a lady. Her neck and chest flushed by the heat of emotion as desperation bellows from her core.
Slouched like a child in a large brown arm chair, she gazes off lost in a familiar...
I think what hurts the most ..
Is when you give your all ..
To someone ..
Through thick ..
Through thin ..
Through big ..
Thought small ..
Thought hard ..
Through easy ..
Through the day ..
Through the night ..
You're there for them ..
You stick with them ..
No matter what...
friends, I count only those I know (that)I can trust, I can show you that number on (just) one of my hands, all others are now ashes or bones in the dust. I have stared at their names written upon many stones, my brothers in unrest with their sins upon (their) souls, all lives...
Somehow I Distracted myself from the pain, and now I'm here smiling. Remembering brighter days. Hoping for the next. I don't want to dwell on the past, I don't want to be like the rest. I'll remove my own negativity and give myself clarity. I will not be limited to your dreams...
I love to write ... anywhere ... anytime ... I have even gone as far as to ask if anyone has a pen whilst being in a Queue.
Post it notes... receipts ... envelopes.
Crayons... charcoal ... anything.
When the mood strikes .... I like to write.