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A heart
if at peace
gives life
to the *body
 Jul 2014 Emma
Ryan Cripps
It's one of those days
Where I've got no inspiration.
Where I'm writing
Completely out of desperation.

The pen is dried up,
But there's still ink inside.
I thought I had something going
but the stanza was denied.

I hate these types of days.
It's the potential for writers block.
My inspiration is on the edge,
it's got the gun loaded and cocked.

I feel a lack of dedication.
A lack of education.
There needs to be medication
for a lack of inspiration.
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 Jul 2014 Emma
billiondays
Questions
 Jul 2014 Emma
billiondays
why?
why did you leave,
when I needed you
more than ever?

how?
how did we become strangers,
when just yesterday we said
we would be running away
from the world together?

when?
when did you decide,
that I wasn't good enough
to help and fix you
like I always used to?

what?
what did I do wrong,
that made you want to leave
and forget me the day after?

where?
where did you go,
after you left me and
why was it more
important than I?

who?
who did you give my heart to,
after you stole it and ran
with nothing but broken tears?

why?*
why did you leave me,
with almost no explanation at all
and why did I ever think
we would truly be forever?

(P.A)
I kept on questioning my whole point of life since then...
 Jul 2014 Emma
Victoria Ruth
my body
 Jul 2014 Emma
Victoria Ruth
it was my body
broken and bruised
that you watched in vein
as blood oozed
down my shaking legs
headed to my feet
my heart so loud
you heard it beat
you watched my body
bruised and broken
listened to every word
I had spoken
yet still you felt
nothing close to love
just watched in vein
from high above
it was my body
you tore apart
because you never loved
me from the start.
 Jul 2014 Emma
C Adams
We were short lived
But ******* we were beautiful
 Jul 2014 Emma
ln
Phoenix
 Jul 2014 Emma
ln
Maybe goodbyes actually mean
You'll do better without me

Maybe I give up actually means
I'll try again tomorrow but for now, I'm done

Maybe I hate you actually means
I'm tired of trying to love you and getting pushed away

Maybe I'm sorry actually means
I didn't mean for you to find out

There is good in bad,
There is bad in good.

You can't deny it,
Nor can you run away from it.

*Like a phoenix,
You rise from the ashes.
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