Lament of a broken heartLament of a broken heartLament of a broken heart5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Loving a friend
leaves you back alone.
Made of gingerbread
my heart is easy to break.
Am I a person easy to love?
I don't know,
I'm surely the wrong judge.
But I made it easy for you.
Being the others mirror,
reflecting the true face,
we sung the same song,
we shared the same mind.
But you treated me like a toy,
you took my hand,
you scarred my feelings.
So my heart is sitting in the space
between two chairs.
This is the lament of a broken heart
hoping this wound would heal,
the cry of a bleeding soul,
longing to feel.
I am SorryI am sorryI am Sorry5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
once again i thought about you
even though i promised not to do
it just happened
I am sorry
once again i dreamed about you
You walked by
and i followed
I am sorry
once again i cried about you
cry about the break up
Cry about you
I am sorry
once again i talked about you
how i miss you
how i love you
I am sorry
once again i´ve written a poem about you
how i want you
how i need you
I am sorry
but you're everywhere
in the songs i hear
in the poems i write
I am sorry
once again i am sorry
A.D.D.These are just some random thoughtsA.D.D.5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that I guess I still have
of you, of us, of me, of we.
How you used to call me
out of the blue saying,
you just needed your daily fix
What happened to the times when
we just couldn't get enough of each other
and being apart only justified
how much we longed to be together?
"If you had a choice between
beauty or brains,
what would you choose?"
'I hate hypothetical questions.
Why can't I have both?'
I always wanted to be pretty
and I studied trying to be smart.
"How come you never call me?"
'Why does it matter,who calls whom
as long as we talk?
You can call me whenever you want,
because I always want to talk to you.'
Remembering times we would be
on the phone without talking,
just content to hear the other breathe.
It use to compensate for us being apart
yet it never did satisfy our loneliness.
Until we just got tired of hurting
and saying the words "I miss you."
if you stop saying it, then maybe
you would stop feeling it and then maybe
AlienThis human is broken; he does not dance,Alien5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His reasons and his happiness that made him have been taken away.
This human is broken; he does not sing,
His voice was only meant for her.
This human is broken; he does not hear,
There are no words he can listen to.
This human is broken; he does not see,
He wanders blind through the world, alone and lost.
This human is broken; he does not smell,
He could only smell her scent and nothing else.
This human is broken; he does not love,
A broken heart only pumps shattered pieces of itself through his body.
This human is broken; he does not breathe,
He only chokes down sadness with every gulp.
This human is broken; he does not live,
He only waits to die.
This human is no human.
He is a fragment of sand that slipped through God's fingers.
LoveFlying wingless,Love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I..."If I..."If I...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I met you,
would you know
who I am?
We used to be in love,
a long time ago,
before him and before her.
If you saw me,
would you know
who I was?
I used to love you,
a long time ago.
If I saw you,
would I know
who you were?
You used to love me,
a long time ago.
Yeah RightI don't know what to say,Yeah Right5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
not really sure what to do.
All the things I wanted to convey to you
somehow just got wasted,
I rehearsed what I wanted to tell you,
tried to play the scenario in my head,
And I can hear myself talking,
but it sounds like I'm bitchin' again.
When all I really wanted was you back,
but I'll never, ever tell you that.
I guess, what I really want is for you
to beg me back.
Like you always did before.
Just so I can tell you again that,
I don't want this anymore.
Seems like that would be the only thing
that would make me feel better,
LustI can smell your desire,Lust5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I can feel the fever of your skin.
I will try to acquire
All the skills to burn you from within.
With a touch so gentle and mild,
I'll abuse your innocent trust.
With a gaze unruly and wild,
I will raise your impetuous lust.
FragmentsYou're a broken soul, the most beautifulFragments5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
broken soul I have ever known.
There's a glow crowning your every lie,
like silver filaments concealing the truth.
In your mouth, all things are renewed.
Eerie is beautiful and beautiful is holy.
From your words uprises a whole new rosary
made of fiery prayers to a new pagan deity.
That must be why I keep coming back to you
as if you were the original essence of all things.
You slowly become the center of my gravity,
the axis on which my love and hate both revolve,
the starting point of my past
and the conclusion of my future.
The slivers of your shattered mind
reflect my quivering light like love prisms.
Myriads rainbows explode in the dark.
Colours flow from your broken soul
to the heavenly pond in which
the fragments of my own crushed heart
are enshrined, waiting for your messianic era.
TearsTears5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why can’t I just forget you?
Why am I sitting here crying again?
What makes you so special to me?
I tried everything to forget your beautiful smile.
I tried everything to get you out of my head.
I tried everything to stop loving you.
I had dates with other guys.
I was partying and trying to forget.
I worked so that I might don’t have the time to think of you.
But how shall I forget when I see you everyday again?
How shall I not miss your gorgous eyes?
How shall I forget all that fear?
I’m sorry for hoping every day again you might change.
I’m sorry for sitting here writing another poem about you.
I’m sorry for still loving you.
I’m really sorry…
broken promises and petals.his voice breaks through her mind, travels down her back, and shocks her heart.broken promises and petals.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
his first kiss tastes like candy canes and cotton candy clouds; sweet, fluffy, and nothing else remotely different.
she runs her fingers over his face, and closes her eyes.
her fingers dance out a soft, beautiful dance, and it soon brings her to a high.
"i see." she breathes.
his tenth kiss tastes like salt and pepper; unusual combination, and yet absolutely needed in everything.
her fingers traces out the soon-to-be-familiar lines of her new found piece of art.
colours flow out of her mind's eye and starts to stain the paper.
his fiftieth kiss tastes like heavy drum beats and a soft melody; deafened by the roar in her ears and the purr in her heart.
her fingers discover new colours and lines, and those happily position themselves for her in their right places.
it never stood as solid as it did right now.
his hundredth kiss tastes like home and promises; oh-so-used to it and whispers of
the light i cannot touchyou are the fire,the light i cannot touch6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the light i cannot touch
you are the morning of an escaping dream
the memory i cannot clutch
you are my cigarette,
the addiction to set me free
your blue-green-eyes are the bottom of the ocean
that i will never see
you are my morning sunshine,
but you would blind me with your light
you are my buried treasure,
you are hidden out of sight.
you are my guitar
whose strings i cannot play
you are my sand castle
and you will wash away
you are my most painful and real love
whose lips i cannot kiss
and even when you're so near to me,
you're the one i miss.
lashless.~lashless.5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I was a broken screen, cracking
not-so-gracefully under pressure and leaking
my emotions all over
my see-through façade.
You were a lightning-struck lake, all too eager
to hurt and drown out my insatiable
I was the cyanide in your coffee
and you were the mercury in my veins,
(though I was the bitter insomniac
and you the more toxic, inflexible one.)
You told me I was spineless as you
strangled me in nerve endings, and I
wasted all my wishes asking for metaphors
sickeningly sweet enough to make you
retch out some truth.
Maybe if I crack your glasses
hard enough, you'll see me with bette
start all overI feel a tear stream down my facestart all over5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
saying goodbye was so hard
you don't know i wouldn't come back
My backpack is stuffed with old and broken dreams
things i wanted to do
things i wanted to be
and things i didn't tell you
all my lies about him
all my secrets about the depression or the cuts
i will be on the next train
i don't know where i would end
i don't know what i would do
just to leave everything behind
just to be alone
just to start a new life