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Heaven is around her
If she only knew just how beautiful she was
Maybe she would've never felt like a blur
If she only knew just how sorry I was
Maybe then she would live again
Instead I wallow in all things we could've been
I can't live like this
Written and shared via Hello Poetry on January 17, 2016  Copywrite under Bianca Reyes.
Did you see the stars
As they shone on you
Vivid like a thousand scars
Inside the darkest blue
Did you see the hero

But that hero was you
Onward for people feel
When music becomes true
In the end you're never gone
Eternally remembered in a song
Copyright © Chris Smith 2016
What do you do when it hurts
You fight that slipping feeling
Because the last time you fell
You nearly never made it back

When you can feel them crawling
Nesting inside of your mind
Waiting until they are set free
In your path of self destruction

Keep pretending you're in control
That you don't need any help
So you just keep it to yourself
Hoping that tomorrow is a better day

But you're still slipping down
To where darkness is waiting
Ready to claim you once more
And this time you won't find the light

Still you continue to cry inside
Pretending you're wearing a false smile
Scared to admit depression creeps
Waiting like the blackest of clouds

You shout in your head "why me"?
But your inner self isn't listening
You just want to rip open emotions
Only you keep feeling so alone

Drawn to take the easy way out
You know it'd hurt the ones you love
So you carry on with a brave face
Wishing blank thoughts far too late
Copyright © Chris Smith 2014
insides dead,
driftwood emotions,
oceans of regret.
swept under the waves.
Betterdays,
in the horizon.
Hard to find them
in the abyss
of bad habits
that i’ve inhabited.
Agoraphobic,
closed off,
like a treacherous day.
Doors locked,
subdued,
constant moods,
brooding storms in submarines,
under the weather
&
under the sea.
show me the coral reef,
of beautful feelings,
and creatures,
the features of life.
Evade me by day,
and escape me at night.
i can’t fathom the colloquial,
of the same old ****.
i’m down with my nothing,
and i’ll sink with the ship.
I had a dream last night
I dreamt that I was holding you
in my arms
When I woke up
I realized
that I was spooning
a bottle of ***
I've been waking up like this far too many times.
You met him at a party in two thousand seven.
He cheesily asked if you had fallen from heaven
You laughed and said "is that the best you can do?"
He said I must be a snowflake, because I've fallen for you.

Despite the silly pick up lines, you agreed to dance all night
He walked you home and at the door you gave him an invite
You were kissing til the sunrise and he promised you to call
You texted your best friend, saying, "for this guy, I could fall"

He asked you out the next day, you were excited as can be
You walked hand in hand in the park and carved your names into a tree
Everything felt so perfect and you knew he'd be the one
That would make you feel that with every other guy - you're done

After one year of dating , he asked you to be his
You happily shouted out "YES!" and gave him a big kiss
In a white church you were married, wearing a white dress
It was the wedding you've always dreamt of, truly a success

You moved into a big house, after a few years you got knocked up
You were supposed to be happy but you kind of felt locked up
It was the life you've always imagined, everything was going well
Yet you felt so suffocated, as if you were imprisoned in a cell

You were stuck in a rut, but too comfortable to change it
You knew what it would take but you still wouldn't arrange it
In your big house you were stuck, feeling miserable and numb
But if someone asked you how you were doing you held up your thumb

The sparks that once flew around you, have burnt out long ago
When you were making love, in his eyes there was no glow
You used to be his muse but now you're just his spouse
The passion you once shared is buried beneath the house
I'm a big fan of being forever alone, out of fear from living in The House.
 Jan 2016 Karen Hamilton
bones
She opens a window
and hopes for the sky
to fall in from outside
and it's tailwind bring

her the moon and the clouds
lined with silver, a crowd
of the finest of stars
and a spare pair of wings..
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