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Skip Ramsey Nov 2014
Priceless and worthless
Mean the same
Without any known value
  Nov 2014 Skip Ramsey
eileen demiris
What does it mean to "Be in Love"!

Does it have to be so all consuming?
Why can't you put as much effort into loving yourself as you do in loving someone else.  
Maybe, just maybe, if you changed your priorities towards loving yourself  Love would be drawn to you like a magnetic attraction.
Traveling with such force  knocking you off your feet.
Not being able to pull away because once you love yourself love can't help but radiate out like a beacon in the night guiding true love to its ultimate destiny home.
Love yourself!
There is nothing to fear in the darkness
There is nothing to fear from the dead
This evening these words are my mantra
As I climb up the stairs to my bed.

I wont spend the night jumping at shadows,
that floorboard just creaked cause its old.
That wasn’t a sigh in the darkness
belonging to long tortured souls.

Im sure I just saw someone moving,
something lurks over there in the gloom,
just waiting for me to get sleepy
before dragging me back to its tomb.

Was that just a noise from the closet?
Or was it from under the bed?
Im pretty sure it was a monster!
Or maybe its all in my head.

Now a grown up should really know better
and I chastise myself with much scorn
still, I'll bury my head 'neath the covers
and refuse to peep out until dawn.
I hate spending Halloween alone!
Skip Ramsey Oct 2014
I'm sorry...

That you think I am weak
That I don't measure up to your expectations
That you felt the need to berate me

I'm also sorry...

That you feel I was not worthy
That I was where you took out your frustrations
That you no longer tolerate me

I'm not sorry

That you cut me out of your life
Your circle
Your childishness

thank you!
You made my life EASIER
More PLEASANT
More POSITVE

thank you with all my heart for going away
Not all breakups are heart tearing, some are uplifting.
  Oct 2014 Skip Ramsey
Just Melz
Touching the
     curves of my mind
   Fabrications of
        missing pieces
Too many
    troubles left behind
            Filled with ugliness,
   and bitter diseases
       Thoughts are somewhat
scrambled
             Yet I know I'm thinking clearly
        Sometimes
Life is a gamble
         Gotta roll the dice
     To reach your destiny
I cry too much,
           Of that I'm sure
     I could blame it on
            Anxiety
         Or all the unjust hurts
****** upon me
      But in the end, I know
It's not what you can see
           It's where you go
And what you believe



I'm gonna start believing
         *in me
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