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He grabbed her hand
     Covered her eyes
      Snatched her from gravity
      Flew her to the highest point in the skies
      Held her body tight

" O p e n  y o u r  e y e s "

She did and what she saw was terrifying
      The world beneath her feet

He said
    *Don't be scared
        I've got you
             And I'm  n e v e r  letting you go
Don't let me go...
I wish
For my soul to not
Feel for a very long time.
My head and heart
Are so ******* tired
Of lost emotions and misplaced
Love.

I wish to turn off my soul
and all its ability to fall in love
just for a short while!
not forever!
My heart strings have been
Plucked and played with,
recklessly,
So much so that
I deeply wish to never hear it's pumps n strings profess its
Honest, unbelievable love.


This love so ****
Unbelievable,
Only my creator and savior
Knows my
Incredible passionate pain
Of loving.

I want to be done
My heart n mind.
Soo done.
I deeply wish
For a switch to turn off
For a long time.

I promise.
for this misplaced love
to never wonder off again,
I promise
to switch myself off the best I can
it will be pure hell for a short while.
But I'm exhausted from this never ending
Circle of hell
Called love.

I'm turning off now

Goodbye my old heart.

-b.v.r
I knew this was a ****** mess from the start.
I knew this disgusting feeling was coming
But still my feelings would stop to turn off.

He said it was all about the right timing..
 Jan 2016 Mazen Edlibi
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as the silken webs stick to you
an ignorant bliss is written in your eyes
you are stricken by a venom inflicted
you're caught in a web of lies

there's a difference between visible and hidden
a difference between spiders and flies
you're a victim of innocence once bitten
you're caught in a web of lies
Her brown eyes crept up to me.
Delicate and wide.

I could see the love of her mother,
And pride of her father.

A universe stretched out farther then the eye could see,
Filled with shining stars,
And faceless scars.

Her stare had an ingenious beauty.
Like a meadowless daisy.

Her glare had an artless grace,
Like colorless vase.

This glow was naive from the broken lives,
Wondering on this fallen world.

This credulous light,
Waiting to be ripped by jealousy.

I almost wanted to hold her there,
Away from the horrors in life.
Far from Apollyon's hands,
Like a guardian in the night.

Her innocents daring to walk on this thin rope,
Called hope.

Then, I saw with my waking eyes.
A white aisle covered by heavens flowers,
Congregations starring at her beautiful smile.
Oh, what a lovely mile.

For, there I knew
Her life was a magnificent design-
That wasn't mine.

I let her go into the hands of the divine,
Where she waits for her Valentine.

Oh, Lord I know you will hold her tight,
As she waits for her fearless knight.
Copyright © 2015 Paul Forbes All Rights Reserved
Darkness covered the skies,
While my body was restless with the tides.
I tried not to wait for the sunrise,
Because, it just reminded me of your eyes.

I remember holding you in my arms,
While surrendering to the stars,
Hoping to never fall apart.

The touch of your hand with mine,
The smell of Calvin Klein,
The taste of cherry wine,
Intoxicating me inside.

I didn't see this in cards,
Or the rolling dice in our hearts.

I imagined a future,
With the definition of forever.

But, now I see-
We were never meant to be.

When tomorrow comes,
Without the taste of ***,
We will find someone.

Now it is time for me to go,
And leave this pain for the runaways-
So, Goodbye, my Summer's Day!
Copyright © 2015 Paul Forbes All Rights Reserved
what  troubles me,
i cannot say... and by that
i mean
i cannot say
well.
but never rest assured,
for assuredly
sleep is far
from my tongue.
further than the ineffable.
and what i cannot say well
must at least be poetry
you cannot
know

well.....

it's all i've got.

like a nest of cream-filled ice cubes
melting in Antarctica.
or your fingerprints on an oar...
but an oar made of
dead boats.

you are not a dream
i'm having.
i am having a fit
that we
are dreaming apart.
we are as rare
to each other
as glass
smoke.
and not one of us knows
how to strike
such a fire.
grab a book,
sit in the rain,
and write what you feel.
can be ****** throughs,
but in the end,
is pretty good feel,
the cold rain,
in your face.
-d.a
All things fade
Rain washes away the deeds done
Somewhere on the earth, in the trees
On a winding path, where the fireflies
Like failing Christmas lights flicker.
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In this life she is untrusting
She says she is a "new soul"
Unhappy with everything she tries
She doesn't understand the ways of people

My mother, she knows
That this is not yet her time
She is here now to get practice
For the day of her prime

I am here to watch over her
She recognizes my "old soul"
More acceptable to human nature, I am
Therefore I remain more peaceful

She will pass one day, but I do not fear
Because I know our paths will cross again
Whether it be 40 years from now or a thousand centuries
Our souls will forever remain friends.
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