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 Aug 2017
Alvira Perdita
it's a constant thought that i can't get out.
i want it to stop screaming out, filling my mind
at every waking moment, suffocating me
and stealing the good moments.

it won't stop. i want to think about life,
about my life, and my life with him. i don't
want the constant thought of what
everyone's lives would be like if i killed myself.

i know that it's because of the recent death,
but i'm afraid that deep down it's jealousy.
who am i to be jealous of a dead man who just
wanted life but was served death?
make it stop.
 Aug 2017
Isabelle
My heart is cut into two
One for me, one for you

I bleed of love
If you return the same love

I bleed of blood
If you break the other half

I do not know if it's magic or what
But still I live with a broken heart
Lunch-break poem.
 Aug 2017
kenny Diamond
Words that cut heart but never heal. The sadness that over comes my soul
Left with only hope
I come back but with same ending
It just the same movie
You never understand me
My pain runs so deep
No love but negative outlook you see
I have break myself free rip apart those chains
Can you hear me or is my words so far gone.
By kenny diamond
 Aug 2017
Lvice
The character of beginnings,
Where a name ends
And an old story is rewritten.
Say goodbye to friends,
And call you by a new name.

Where the smile is brighter
On the side of this freshly painted fence.
You open new doors,
And take skeletons out of your closets and leave them in the sun.

Prince to millions of second chances
And kissing demons on the lips.
Asking your  mistakes to marry you,
And accepting them for what you are.

You'll be okay, tomorrow
And you're alright, today.
But you already knew that,
Didn't you?
A new name for a new person♡
 Aug 2017
Autumn Rose
Perhaps it was the melody
of winter's eternal repose
and her ****** lips
shamed the odious rose
But when approached by Death,
the girl sobbed and sobbed underneath the thorns
until she released  her last breath
Still Death could only hear wind chimes
as he lingered upon the frozen breeze
in those forgotten nighttimes
 Aug 2017
Christine
The office is filled with life
the rooms boast stories of triumph over addiction.
But they don’t know that I am holding a man, dying behind my closed door
with the death rattle growing louder with each passing second.

A night like any other
clients in and out, in and out
July twenty eighth forever scarred into my memory.
They don’t know I am desperately trying to choke my feelings
to save a man from a fate of his own hand.

But i got to walk out and head directly into love’s embrace
Subdued by the entanglement of the clean white comforter and her body wrapped tightly in mine
She saved my life, as I saved his.
 Aug 2017
Gidgette
They found an old man dead,
down the road
the other day,
He cut grass for a living
died **** eater in hand
Up by the church
Where did he go?
Are we all just
still lifes?
Stolen thoughts
and
Glimpses caught by the
eye of God?
Pieces of some clock
never put together
Seconds, of memories not accurate....
My friend Scott found him. I'd seen him a thousand times mowing the church yard and cemetery. He was old. I didn't know he had a wife and sons. All grown of course. And as awful as it sounds, I don't know why it bothers me so. They say he had a heart attack. He was nearing 80. Lying on the side of the road for all the Yankees and passer-bys to see. But one poor Trailor boy, stopped in his old jeep. Every time, I think I've seen or heard it all, I'm taught once again how ignorant and primitive we are. Scott cried for him. And he didn't even know him.

Be well my friends. I love you.
 Jul 2017
martin
In a country churchyard
Near the shade of a yew
That's where I'll be resting
And you’ll be there too

We'll be long past caring
Or fussing over things
We'll be admiring angels
And their gorgeous wings

Just reach out your hand to me
And I will reach out mine
As in life, together again
Forever and all time
My parents are 91 and 92.
I recently took them to their
reserved plot in a country
churchyard .
 Jul 2017
spysgrandson
my cell phone, my Kindle, my desktop
if I die intestate?

what will willfully addresses the solemn secrets of silicon?

(and woe be to me if my last call is a wrong number, my last Facebook entry an unanswered political jab)

will anybody bother to delete my files
after I am deleted?

or is that the new immortality--for apoptosis does not apply to photons,
electrons and "lol"s

I bet when limbo, heaven and hell were conceived, not a soul would have believed, a hard drive in the sky would one day keep us all alive, indefinitely...
 Jul 2017
The Noose
Shadow of pretense
Illusions and mistakes
Strewn fragments of
Premeditated intentions
Was that a glitch in the matrix
The soil left the fingernails
The sea shut back
Satiated from absurdity
The freezing mercury quietened
Something sinister awaits
The deceiving calm
A plague blooms in veins
This too, shall not end quietly
I want to gather my bones and my flesh.
 Jul 2017
Raven
Oh, the love of my life, I have thrown away…

Out of heartbreak and shame,
do I write about the guilt and my single regret?
Do I write about my sorrows and attempt to explain?
Do I cry out our memories, will my heart ever return to your chest?

Oh, the love of my life, has left me…

The cold on my tile floor
Fulfills me
It’s you I implore

For now...

I must love a life without you.
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