UntitledOctober 15thUntitled3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know where to begin.
I don't know what to do.
Have you lost as much sleep as I have?
Are you tired too?
I fell asleep last night with your letters by my side.
I never gave up on you.
Was it wrong of me to think I could keep you?
I always thought this feeling would be mine alone.
You're everything to me.
I'm nothing you.
It's plain and simple, really.
They said you weren't coming back.
I didn't want to believe them, I wanted to hear it from you.
Are you still here?
I can't find you.
I thought I lost you somewhere among the twists
And the turns
And the dead ends.
But you were never really there at all.
So I'll burn all my bridges and leave this all behind.
I'll erase every smile and take back every sigh.
I won't stop until I can breathe you in again.
This is it.
This is what being helpless feels like.
And I don't like it one bit.
Without YouAs I sit here all aloneWithout You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An emptiness inside
I wish that you were here with me
To tell me not to cry
To wipe the tear drops from my cheek
And to whisper in my ear
To tell me that you love me
And that there's nothing left to fear
But you are gone, will you come back?
This is something I need to know.
So I can hold up my head high
And continue with this show
You hold everything together.
Even though you don't think it's true.
But without you here it falls apart,
And I don't know what to do.
I pretend that I am strong
As I go from day to day
But this emptiness is crushing me
As my world starts to decay
So please just come back now
And tell me not cry
I can't live my life without you
I know because I've tried.
I Miss YouI Miss You3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The closest I get is in my dreams,
so I am eager for the day's end.
Nothing's worth anything unless you are here.
So I hurry and say goodnight.
This isn't as desperate as it seems.
While on memory I do depend;
I know I can live without you near.
But I'll hurry and say goodnight.
They tell me it's time for me to move on,
but what does that even mean?
I refuse to forget the love that we shared,
so I hurry and say goodnight.
It may not be right, but who are they to tell me it's wrong?
Maybe I don't know what I need.
But this distance between us just isn't fair.
My every day is your eternal night.
Inked MelodiesSometimes, he pretended that his fingertips were soaked in ink and he wrote. He wrote on every single thing he touched. On walls, desks and even the air he touched. He didn't write about anything in particular. Sometimes he wrote about people who run their whole lives trying to reach something not quite clear for them only to find out they were actually running towards their own death. Other times, he wrote about love and how some people spend their days searching for true love till they fall, not in love rather because their knees just couldn't hold them any longer. However, most of the time, he wrote about his dreams, thoughts and life. When people asked him why his wrist was always clinched as if he was holding an invisible pen, he just smiled and said "so that people wouldn't forget me". No one understood him.Inked Melodies3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'You don't know it yet, but someday everything I wrote would shine through the walls. Someday everything I wrote would come to life and light the way to those who are l
EyesSoft eyesEyes3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The only part that are human
Out of place
Lost in a face
Composed of unjaded hatred
They betray you
And expose you
Let me know your real
Its hard to believe
When everything I see
Is hard and cold and evil
The way you look
The way you act
You love to be despised
Its all you get
I'm surprised yet
That you have such beautiful eyes
The eyes of someone
Who's been through a lot
Who's made it through the fire
You're the fire now
You're vicious and proud
But you'll always have soft gentle eyes