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Lauren Cole Nov 2014
Have some medication,
Take the pain on vacation,
When you feel alright,
You can leave me,
But until that time comes,
Stay wrapped in my arms,
This is how it always should be.
Nina Nov 2014
I think
The worst thing in life to see
Is a happy looking table
Full or people with wonderful souls
To cry like their life depends on it
They send a toast out
To all of those who aren't here with them
They thank each other for remembering
Tell their spouses "No need for the tears, love"
Share stories of the ones lost
The ones that left
They yell, and argue
Besides the fact they're family
And after that short- but sweet- time
They act like it never happened
There is a fine line between the lost and the left. Ones who went by their doing, or the ones who went without notice. After all the toasts i have witnessed, i think when everyone starts to reminisce in the memories that's the part i cant handle seeing.
Jay Oct 2014
Passing time
By passing        12        Time passes
Pass me by             |                 Passes by
Find life to                 |                  By passing
Me to find    9              /              3    Passing life
To pass me               /                  Life happens
Happen to                                Happens by
You happen       6          By passing
Passing you
To be read clockwise and continuously
Roberta Day Oct 2014
The longer you wait,
the longer you’ll be waiting
for the thing you want.
Madouc Oct 2014
My footsteps crush the white beneath me,

Almost silent, almost still.

Thinking of all the things you could be,

Knowing that you never will.



A moment passes like an hour,

An hour, like a day.

Life is bitter, sweet and sour

And as beautiful as May.



The snow below gently hisses.

Turns red before it melts away.

And something somewhere inside me wishes

That it would last, just one more day



But you have gone to join the angels,

Sitting high upon their thrones.

And though I've met many individuals.

I think of you when it snows.
Poetic T Oct 2014
I am a paradox
"I have loved you"
In the many lives
That inhabit this space,
Each time we meet its never
The same, but something
Always got in the way,
Time,
Space,
Existence,
Every plain of reality
I miss you, or taken before
Love can grow, we are apart
But I will travel every existence
To have you once again in my
Arms,
Heart,
Thoughts
So many places, the same but
"Different"
I am losing faith that there
Is a reality where we are together
Once more,
I will travel every existence to
Once again to capture you *before you fall,
Abdullah Ayyash Oct 2014
Rain drops and cold wind
Cold wind that never stopped
Cold body to warmth in need
Dark fell, when light is red

Love is lost, to hope has begged
To head my heart to home I loved
Home ahead? What is home?
It’s a word, to brain has fed

Home to live? I just know!
It's a life, I could’ve lived
Now it’s not how I remember
Now it’s dark, now it’s wrecked

It has doors can’t be open
It had charm now it’s missed
It had soul but it’s broken
This can’t be the home I loved

October 20th, 2010
Jay Ash Oct 2014
you
The sun has set
the stars now shine
the night darkens
and the cold surrounds us
my eyes grow tired
and my mind becomes weary

but still I think of You
Silver Lining Sep 2014
It's 6:00am, I'm getting ready for school and wishing I could text you good morning.

It's 8:23am, I'm laughing with my friends and wishing I still had to take mental notes of the conversations so I could tell you and make you laugh too.

It's 11:34am, and I'm pushing my food around my plate wishing you still asked me how my day was going.

It's 2:30pm, I'm leaving school and wishing I was on my way to your house to lay on your bed and laugh with you.

It's 5:56pm, I'm sitting in these hard metal chairs at work wishing you would come visit me again.

It's 10:45pm, I'm getting ready for bed and wishing I could tell you good night, and to tell you to have sweet dreams.  

It's 11:11pm and I'm crying again wishing you were here with me.

It's 1:02am and I'm still crying and now there's blood mixed with the tears and I'm wishing you were here to tell me that it will all be okay.

It's 3:17am.. My eyes are puffy and sting, my cheeks are itchy and red.

It's 3:19am, My heart is torn to shreds.
And I miss you.
I've cried myself to sleep every night for weeks, any mention or thought of him and I start crying again.
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