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 Mar 2014 Wandering soul
Xyns
Kisses
From head to toe
Hold me
All night long

Show me
The truth of us
I know
We're meant to be

These flames
They don't scare me
Our love
It burns brighter

Just speak
Talk to me all day
Love me
The Way I Love You
 Mar 2014 Wandering soul
Xyns
Let's get lost
In the scrolls of time
It's a pleasure
To call you mine
 Mar 2014 Wandering soul
Ghazal
It's when you understand that-

                    Everyone has a battle to fight
                    Everyone has a demon to ****,
                    A regret they pray disappeared,
                    An unanswered "what if?..."
                    A larger than life aspiration
                    An urge for a simpler life
                    (both at the same time),
                    Everyone sees in themselves
                    A flaw they spend all their might to hide,
                    Everyone has an ache untreated,
                    Insecurities kept discreetly in a shell.
                    Everyone has a Story to tell-

Do you begin to realise that
Probably all of humanity
Is just the many versions of
One inifinitely re-written story.
Definite statements always end up being false.
I'd say this is a joke, but people never agree.
"How can it be a joke if it's true?"
"Perhaps the joke is on you."
"Life isn't going to get me,
I'm going to get Life!"
Maternal advice.
I waited,
at times I debated,
feeling like a teenager aboot to go on their first date,
I had work the next day but didn't care if I had to stay up late,
it was going to be the first time I saw you,
and nothing was going to stop me,
it was an electricity that I couldn't put down ,
and my breath was gone as if there any need for air,
I saw you
and I couldn't help but stare,
the night was slow but gone to fast,
like trying to remember a face from your past,
I need you is all I could muster to say,
and I won't call tomorrow a day,
how could I when I won't be able to see your smile
brighter than the sun,
so I will keep tonight inside my heart but never oot of sight,
I'll say that I still have walls, but that is a lie,
Like headlines written in the night sky,
of my life,
you have become permanent.
It kept posting withoot me wanting it to....its kinda cheesy but i needed to write something.
 Mar 2014 Wandering soul
kylie
11:39
 Mar 2014 Wandering soul
kylie
i don't know if i'm feeling everything
at once or if i'm not feeling anything
at all
maybe i'm forcing my heart to feel things
that it doesn't want to

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 Mar 2014 Wandering soul
Jess t
The party had been over for a month
And the balloons remained.
Lifeless, lying on the floor;
Half filled,
And half as bright as they once were.
As she cut each, old balloon
Covered in dust and crumbs,
She felt her Mother’s breath leave each rubber covering
As she pricked the latex with an overused, dull scissor.
The air did not escape quickly,
As the original material was stretched out,
But long and labored was each balloon’s
Last exhale.
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