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RK Apr 2020
Before you leave me,
could you tell me you love me
‘Coz I need it now
I’m inured to hidden love
Please assure my anxious heart
Arup Chakraborty Apr 2020
I picked up my pen,
I took my notebook and just then,
All my thoughts are gone..
At times you want to write down what you feel.But it never becomes easy when your mind is preoccupied with a thousand thoughts.
Norbert Tasev Apr 2020
Thirty-one? Is it true he approached sooner than ever! Can you believe it? With many of your rigores, you put the armored glove on the ground with a tearful diopter, but always with a raised head, you gave up and accepted without giving up! What about you?! For so long, they have not been able to reach the earth's threads of wide-contour ethers! XXI. century does it exist?

There is no bargain or consensus in the world of Tomorrow: Otherwise, anyone will be tormented! Did you just have the honest, pretended, True word: "We'll look for each other after college!" - Your words of hope echo in my head even now! Heed ,,! ' - I was forced to close myself and preserve our shared memories shining with an unbroken halo beneath the surface:

On every major occasion, I gave it to you with good wishes forever - while you knew everything about when you could catch up on my journey - and I had long since fallen out of surprise at everyone! All I could know is the ordeals of many years of fate tell me, were they for Nothing ?!

And when you were terrified, you hoped in my defense as an animal begging for help; because you felt thick pain in your lower abdomen. When you were lying in a hospital operating room, tortured with torture death as a trophy tied between surgeons ’butcher-knives while only your Appendix was removed.

A leech worm swollen from the intestinal tract of your intestines - have I complained or resented once? Among the many worrying, puffy fries, I brought juice and chocolate biscuits out of benevolence just to smuggle your mischievous smile back to the brim of your broken mouth!

Why aren't you by my side now, as you once promised? At least, if your good fortune brings it, could you message? What kind of friendship bond breaks up, breaks up so quickly? And why do I insist on a chariot that we never pick up, instead of permanently erasing, forgetting?
Kartikay sangal Apr 2020
I can't afford getting ignored
What I wish already drowned
I can't watch myself alone
I want as we were before
I can't see you losing your interest
It's better let's follow the truth
I can't even accept the reality
It will became painfully deadliest forever
#I#am#ready#with#whatever#you#do
Angela Rose Apr 2020
I hope she knows I am sorry
I hope she knows I don't mean the nasty things I have said behind her back
I mean, I'm sure she's great, I mean, I'm sure she's a delight
I mean, I didn't want to have this happen
I am mean

I hope she knows things will get better for her
I hope she knows I don't want her to be alone forever, but this one should be mine
I mean, I'm sure her smile is nice, I mean, I'm sure she has lots of things going for her
I mean, I didn't know I would feel like this
I am mean

I hope she knows I cry at night knowing what I have done
I hope she knows I know I am the worst kind of woman for being this person
I mean, I'm sure her voice is kind, I mean, I'm sure she makes people's day all the time
I mean, I didn't mean to hurt a happy home
I am so mean
I am sorry for what I feel
Norbert Tasev Apr 2020
How does it hurt you that you can't escape? How can you not make a mockery of yourself for yourself either, a stubborn exception? You could not remain long-suffering in the camp of the impatient, - brave among the petty cowards - and your only love has long since renounced you! And as you shave your face, which has descended into a thorny bush, you are constantly questioning your soulless, Janus reflection: Why haven't you committed suicide in the afterlife?

The cuddly stingy fate didn't value you much either: He was thrown into the capital of life - and left behind day by day. With your petty and pathetic attempts at your self-pitying struggles. Usurper of the throne, years of loss of soul, desolate, shiny bullet instead of foliage: Kuglifej flourish! You already know for yourself: Out of tenderness, you need to show off the beautiful bouquets of your former compliments:

You have exalted faint Madonna faces on the altar of the ascending Goddesses! - You are exactly as the World has denied: Insecure, skeptical, unbelieving - either the hesitant Marsian or the experimental Sisyphus in one person; do you wait a day with sheep-vanity in vain to your dust and dirt, will your pregnant rock fall back to the ground, or will it stay where you left it?

Even now you believed: With a pure and one-sided childhood, you will discover every day, discovering your fool, Anti-Adam! And you can’t accept: The knight-romance of loves has long since been sacrificed. You are already an enemy to yourself! Your self-pity and murderous pessimism kills and recreates every day, and like the Phoenix You resurrected from hell in hell in a sacred cycle. Your insecurity opens up like a tomb under you and you know for sure: You fall and you fall freely lower and lower, torn apart, exiled and independent
queenofwands Apr 2020
Deep sobs.
Grief has struck.
The loss of you running down my cheeks.
Clutching my heart
Though it might fall out into my hands.
It bleeds dark red and sadness,
Barely beating.
Cracked in a million pieces.
It feels cold in my outstretched palms.

Little shoots are popping up.
Flowers sprouting from its softness.
You helped me sprinkle those seeds.
You helped me grow.
To blossom.
More colourful than I ever imagined.
Yellows, blues, & oranges.
Wild flowers every which way.
Petals floating to my feet.
I am more beautiful because of you.
Ghxstcxt Apr 2020
Can you feel it?
Can you feel the heat?
Can you feel the pressure in the atmosphere?
Or is that just me?
When did the calm disappear and my palms get sweaty?
****, I'm unsteady on my feet.
I've been flipped like a light switch.
Cool and collected I am no more.
The words I pitch to you are already formed without thought and will hit you full force.
Maybe I could've waited?
But anger's never procrastinated.
It's instant and ferocious.
I know this, you know this, we all know this.
But it doesn't help knowing in these briefest of moments.
A flash and its done, nobodys won.
Just two broken people with regrets of whats happened with a loved one.
What a shameful and painful time to be alive.
It almost hardens the heart,
It takes its toll on the inside.
It's something we can't plan for
We can only realise after the fact and apologise.
Even if the wound is still sore.
I'm sorry.
In that moment my mind was blinded.
Can you forgive me for that moment of unkindness?
Argument, anger, passion
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