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Bluebird Dec 2014
you are afraid
you beg of me to stay by your bed of dreams,
but you must see that i am a man, i alone am a beast.
  Dec 2014 Bluebird
Seán Mac Falls
She took me to bed  .  .  .
Skinned in bliss— was reborn, lost,
  .  .  .  In her satin folds.
Bluebird Dec 2014
the man who lost the fight
must endure the laws of the winner.
war fight winner loser
Bluebird Dec 2014
i am sorry* :
for all the fairy tales
i won't read to you
for all the years
we won't be spending together
for all of your cries
i won't listen to
for all of the laughter
i won't capture in photos
for all of your fears
i won't chase away
for all of your tears
i won't wipe away
for all the good times
we won't be having
for all the false tales
you wont be scolded for
for all the hearts you'd break
and get in trouble
for all of your wrongs
that i won't fix
for your first words that you'd say
and i won't be able to hear
for your sticky fingers and figures of clay
i am going to miss

this would be the day you should have been born
**i am sorry i haven't find a way
i would have been happiest if i could hold your thiny hand
and wish you all of the happiness that is today
lost memories love birthday figures apologize sorry trouble mistakes words crying fears tears comforting smiles photoes memories fairytails
  Dec 2014 Bluebird
Shyanna Ashcraft
Maybe

Maybe* she won't cry today,
And maybe he won't lie today,
And maybe life goes on today,
But maybe I'll be wrong today.

Maybe I'll be strong today,
And maybe tears won't fall today,
But maybe he'll break down today,
Because
maybe she won't die today.

Maybe things get better today,
And maybe I'll write the letter today,
Maybe I'll sign my name in ink,
But maybe that's a permanent link.

Maybe that's too much for me,
Maybe "attached" is something I don't wanna be,
And maybe it'd be painful to watch,
Over the years; Death's painful march.

And maybe she'll go down today,
And maybe things won't be okay,
And maybe he'll give up and say,
That maybe he'll just run away.

But maybe I'll just cry today,
Maybe that's a better way.
Maybe that's my job today,
Maybe I'll just try to be okay.

Because maybe it's important to grieve,
And maybe it's okay to leave,
A little room to be left for me,
A little time to simply breath.

Maybe I should put myself first,
And maybe it wouldn't be the worst,
To maybe just take care of me,
Instead of being the one in lead.

*
Maybe.
Written 12-2-14
Bluebird Dec 2014
When you are here :
the world stops spinning
gravitatins is out of system
Ainsteins seems stupid
equasions are boring
nobody seems to listen.

when you are here:
you shrink universe
you create different kind of space
you change laws of physics
you put Newton to discrase

when you are here:
my heart goes crazy
big bang starts to occur
amplitude of my pulse seems to change
feels like dying,but this kind of love i prefer.
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