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Ol Nov 2019
I want to forget you. Not forget about us. Forget about everything, meeting you, kissing you, hugging you, loving you, breathing you, waiting for you, sleeping next to you, the sound of your voice, the smell of you, how you felt. You. Everything.
If only that’s how things worked.
If only peace of mind was something we could receive when we most need it, rather than having to work for it each time.
If only exhaling you out of me was as simple as breathing you in.
Asominate Nov 2019
Lock and key,
Just going to be
You and me.
Can't you see all the faces
Have their secrets
But not every one of them keeps it


Rock and roll;
Downhill
With no control.

For way too long
We've been holding on
You've got to know
When to let go!
...You've got to know when to let go...
Chandra S Nov 2019
I was a bit startled by the sudden pop-up.

With an exclamation sign, it speechlessly cried:
"Do you want to archive your old items now?"
Before clicking 'Yes' I could not suppress
the desire to casually scrutinize some of the files
from erstwhile.

It was then that I found that sepia-toned photo
from a long time ago.
I clicked the button and the picture began to open
like a suspense presentation.

And lo!!! the screen was soon exuberant
with the boyish delight
of a face that was raw and digitized.

I was besieged by a certain memory of a bygone memory.
The face;
resembled me and seemed pure and unsullied
...sans any imprints of time.

I was exhilarated
as I had not hurriedly superannuated
that amber shaded, nascent and jaded
photo-file.

After all, It was me of my teens!!!

Lost in reverie, I hit: "Save as JPEG"
but the computer reparteed: "Can not save. Read-only"
And then: "Do you want to save with a different name?"

As I clicked 'No', I seemed to know that it was
as futile to save the file, as it is to try to replicate
that ‘flower-in-a-bloom’ smile
...again.

Somehow, it seemed inappropriate to keep a counterfeit
of what was then authentic.
So, I took a while to carefully feel the rays of innocence
exuding from the screen and then exhaled,
clicked 'close' and ...let it go.
Inspired by the longing to recapture childhood and the realization that the arrow of time always points ahead and there is no way to turn back the clock.
Sofia Ageyeva Nov 2019
Она простила.
Без лишних слов и прочей суеты.
Она простила.

Она больше ничего не боялась.
Она больше никого не судила.
Она просто взяла и простила.

Она поняла что не знает кто, почему, и зачем.
Она распустила комитет нерешительности в самой себе.
И перестав спорить со всеми, кто знал как надо жить.
Она просто взяла и простила.

Она не просила помощи.
Она не пыталась прощать по книжкам
Не обращалась она к Библии

Она просто взяла и простила............
Перевод/Translation of "She Let Go", by Safire Rose to Russian by Sofia Ageyeva
Winter Sparrow Nov 2019
It takes time to let go.
To stitch yourself up,
To mend and mould those pieces of yourself that you willingly gave to others.
But there are no regrets. It just takes time.
To let go, to recover from the past.

But maybe...there are things i don't want to let go.
Its hard to let go!
Not right now I wanted us to grow!
But now I feel so slow
Because of your little show!
I thought this was gonna flow
But it’s all a big show

How can I forget the long years spent
You got me ******* bent
I can still smell your scent
Everyday we spend together is like the main event

I love you so much
I love your touch  
But you rather flush
For a big time crush
Let me just **** hush

I gotta let go!
I gotta let go!
I anit slow

Yes this is hard
I didn’t think this would happen from the start

I gotta let go!
I gotta let go!
My QUEEN You have to let go!
Rachiel Nov 2019
The kindness I received,
The goodness I experienced,
The apology I never received,
The hate I eradicate,
The passion I desire,
The sincerity I cultivate,
The Love I deserve,
The person I should be.
As fall is the nature's way of letting go, this Autumn I choose to let go of those things that I have been holding on stubbornly.
Ike Nov 2019
Something inside of me is dying
And I don't know what.
There are SO many people in this world
Still sticky lifeless corpse eyes
Rife with the scent of death
Left of the side of the road
Forgotten in the sun to bake.

There are even more lonely people.
Something inside me screams
"LET IT DIE"
I simply can't admit it
I don't think I have a choice anymore
It. Is.
Killing me.
It's never as bad as it sounds <3
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