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You ask me why I stopped talking to you
You ask me what's wrong

How do you not realize
I can't do this with you
You're not for me

We're so alike
And yet so different, don't you think?

You would never leave to start an adventure in a new city with just your backpack on your shoulders
But I would.

You think dancing together at a party is embarrassing
But I've been dying to do that.

You think museums are boring
But I could spend hours getting lost in it.

You don't like meeting new people
But I find it fascinating.

And I need to be with someone,
Who gets me,
Who wants to do things I love,
Who laughs at my stupidest jokes,
Who I can spend hours with and it feels like minutes.

I'm sorry but I have to let you go
It's not you
It was never you.
Not just a bridge
But a vast expanse
Not a straight line
Wherever, whenever
It is time.
Death is emotionless
But it's not quite the end
What is death?
It's not the finality,
But beginning of eternity.
Response to Naceur Ben Mesbah. Inspired by, and a response to his poem titled 'Death.' All credit to him for the structure and idea.
A Poet’s voice is…
mountain moving thunder
when their world is threatened

A Poet’s heart is…
submissively tempered
beating love under any pressure

A Poet’s pen
can lift the world
higher and brighter
in different hues and views
of the changing skies

A Poet can fly!
The
Amateur

The
Expert

The
Rookie

The
Aficionado

The
Freshman

The
Maestro

The
Dabbler

The
Craftsman

Poet

There's a place here
For everyone
With a passion
For words
Reading and writing is therapy
I am indecisive
Also insecure
Tentative
Too tender
Why?
Not sure
Alive in birthing of a new dawn
Voice of comfort I can no longer depend upon
I tremble in your presence like a motor purring
The night's stillness within evokes stirring
Ripple leaves with a single breath
I contemplate my inevitable death
Am awash in flood of bitter loneliness
Crave a connection but receive no caress
Like wilderness mind is hard to navigate
Like music memory where I go to escape
Like pulsing rivers thoughts rapidly flow
My veins flooded as they roam to and fro
Like wind's whistle heartbeat won't stop
Edges of words poke lungs till they pop
Sing sorrows in a pleasant melody
Grim lyrics harmonize in major key
Your fingertips left invisible prints on skin
Constant reminder that you always win
And though agony is difficult to take
Will bend but refuse to fully break
You say my emotions are irrelevant
and send them to jail
but you can't just gatekeep
the way that I feel
But I sympathize
with the way you fall apart
so maybe one day we can cry
about who broke your heart
Woke up with headache
How day usually starts
The pain within my cranium
Does not compare to my heart

As tide creeps slowly in
Hope slyly sneaks out
The list of things I'm not
All I seem to think about

My voice dropped an octave
Sound I've grown to hate
It's just another line
In list of unattractive traits

I might be an artist
Good with words I am told
The descriptions I paint aren't pretty
Because world has made me cold

Life getting exhausting
Fed up with each breath
Have no choice but to carry on
Only cowards escape through death

Faces wearing smiles pass
Deepening my frown
Others make it look easy
Depression keeps me down

Darkness spreading as disease
Throughout expanse of my soul
My body feels like it's swallowed
By bottomless black hole

Turning corner after corner
Never reaching the maze's end
I get more and more lost
In labyrinth with every bend

Not sure if poor judgement to blame
Or the culprit is destiny
Either way stuck as a prisoner
Of everything I will never be
I had so much potential but I threw it all away
Maybe at one point,
It was worth the wait,
but these words cut deeper than the blade
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