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i think I'm going to bury you
i've given you too much time
i think i'm done hurting now
or feeding this grief of mine

i think i'm done being bitter
and holding this spite inside
despite your lack of compassion  
that no longer exists at this point in time

i think I'm done being angry
and drinking from the stream of your disdain
i don't deserve to be locked inside
this narrow perception in your brain

and i'm drained from this drought in my system
from letting you feed from the well of my kindness
when you give me nothing, nothing at all
but a hollow perception of blindness

i'm going to bury you
deep in the garden
and watch you blend with the dirt
there you can lay, bare the rain and decay
And i will no longer hurt.
 Feb 2015 Dust Bowl
Haruka
I have fallen into the rhythm of goodbyes.
The steady beat of feet against tile
the sound of slamming doors and
echoing walls.
See, the worst part
is the silence that follows.
The all-consuming ringing that coats your ears
and kisses down your spine.

Loving him was like hearing
every goodbye I've ever heard
all at once.


"I can't do this anymore."

I have fallen into the rhythm
of unrequited love.
my heart is hurting
 Feb 2015 Dust Bowl
Lia
Feedback
 Feb 2015 Dust Bowl
Lia
i want to taste the salt in your heart :
but you are a fictional fantasy
a fallacy
a prank pulled on me by Fate
you have been pried with a rusty crowbar
from the inside of my skull where you were hiding &
hibernating
now you’re fulfilled only by polluting and petting my brain with
day & night dreams of cigarettes & screeching feedback
& boys with ***** calloused hands & heavy eyebrows ;
you are a figment of my fractured imagination
 Feb 2015 Dust Bowl
Nothing Much
Are we going to
Be okay?
Can you come to my window,
Dig up a few stones from the
Earth,
Hit my window, wake me up.
I can be your landlocked lover
Just give me a river
Kiss me underwater
Let me be your swimming pool
My
Nights will no longer be
Opaque, but transparent
Pulsing with handfuls of confetti stars
Quivering like my lips.
Rest is for the dead,
So let's make our heartbeats quicken.
Take my hand, and
Under the watercolor sky,
Violet with the breaking dawn,
Wait until the sun returns. Know that we're
eXactly where we are meant to be. Say
You will stay.  
Zip up your coat, and we will keep each other warm.
Thought it'd be fun to try out this format, and I really enjoyed it!  I'm going to probably write more ABC poems in the future.
you've breathed life into my dreams
and ****** any security from my mind
 Feb 2015 Dust Bowl
Mara
love
 Feb 2015 Dust Bowl
Mara
there's something so selfish
in the way we try to monopolize and
control each other
the human existence is paradoxical
all our efforts slowly unravel
like cloth caught on sharp edges we
snag onto something
and never let go
I love you
don't you dare ignore me
I need the attention
pretend I'll never be alone
this is forever because
I said so
let's build a future together
and destroy everything
in our way
because all that matters is that
we're happy
who cares what anybody else says
you only need me
and these bed sheets
give up and surrender
to that fleeting ecstasy we encounter
together we can feel
as if we can accomplish anything
and be content
with only each other
because that's love to us
It's amazing how we can still have the demeanor "me me me me me me" even when we say out loud "I only need him".
 Feb 2015 Dust Bowl
Ellen Marie
set fire to my soul
and let it consume me
because i need the passion
that only pain can give
but i have no ambition
for the ache
of a broken heart
so set fire to me,
my love
and let me leave
so that i might find
the passion in me
 Feb 2015 Dust Bowl
Tupelo
There is no room left
for all your apologies,
My mailbox full of all
your unopened letters,
Every one addressed
to my early years,
Forget me along with
the mistakes you made,
I am nothing but a number,
And my heart will not
love for you anymore
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