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  Oct 2014 Aron
Amitav Radiance
Do we make reality so fearsome
That we have to run away from it
Why this inherent phobia of reality
That we have to cower before it
Whereas the lies we tend to believe
And create a web of life around it
Reality is not an illusion
It’s how we perceive the world around us
In reality, kindness prevails
In reality, we owe allegiance to integrity
  Oct 2014 Aron
sincelastjune
In the end
All we had left
Were shattered hopes
And broken promises
Mixed with fragile frames of mind
That held wild thoughts
About love and loss
Which we both found out
Go hand in hand sometimes
  Oct 2014 Aron
Mehar Bawa
And all of a sudden  those colorful t-shirts don't make sense at all.
Those party dresses seem like a waste of cloth.
Black is what I like.
Black is what makes sense.
Because now that I know the real you,
Black is all I can see.
Black is all I can hear.
Aron Oct 2014
This cruel world that we're living in,
has taken away everything from me.
Joy, my smile, energy, youth and my innocence.
All that's left is love, and I have a ton of it.
But what am I supposed to do with it,
when nobody even wants it?
I just might as well throw it somewhere else.
I'm a fan of The Smiths.
Aron Oct 2014
News has spread like fire, there's a thief in town.
Locals say she's beautiful, has an angelic smile and nice.
She's been spotted last week, walking around.
She will steal your heart without even thinking twice.
She's a Queen that doesn't wear a crown,
if you fall in love with her, be prepared to pay the price.
  Oct 2014 Aron
Nicole Ann Sandoval
How do I get over the past,
when it was supposed to be my future you and I were meant to last
So don't ask me for my heart back when you've thrown it in my face.
cleansed of your fingerprints, you didn't even leave a trace.
It's frustrating.
how trusting I am of your loving hands
that caressed someone else.
I'm just stressed, Can not stop thinking
Thinking about her lips on your lips
instead of my name.
I'd give anything now
for things to be the same
as they were
And there's really no cure
for love.
It's a miserable thing
no matter how lovable how kissable
I need to be closer
A tattoo on your skin
But even as ink I'd never soak in
deep enough.
Its a miserable thing, this thing we call love.
You don't have to believe in us
because
I know it's unlikely
The fact you even think of me is striking.
Just tell me you're willing to try
You're killing me,
I cry and I cry
How in the world do you sit there dry eyed

© copyrighted Nicole Ann Osborn
Aron Oct 2014
Here I am, awake and consumed by my thoughts of you.
Yes, you!
You should be proud because you're driving me crazy.
You're the only one that has ever done this to me,
so you can consider this as an achievement.
Well done.
Now, there's only one thing for you to do
and that is to accept my love for you.
Can you at least do that for me?
*please?
insomia
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