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One of my few attempts at non-rhyming (more towards free-verse) poetry. I don't know what drips from my mother's fingers while she sleeps.
#opussweeklychallenge Chained to the ground And it's killing me Shackled, weighted Nothing can hold My grief I am the air. I am freedom.
You are the only person. Who's heard the constant rhythm of my heart. You know how it sounds from deep within. That heart that loved you from the start. Never will a day go by.
Dear heart of mine. I told you he is not yours or mine. But you fell for him so quick. And now look at the broken pieces I have to pick. Dear heart of mine. I told you to slow down for a while.
One tiny lie, An echo of doubt, Comes out as a whisper, When I try to shout. Caged up inside me, Word after word, Truth after truth, That will never be heard.
One day I'll make you love me, Just you wait and see. One day we'll be so close, Yeah, just you and me. One day I'll make you love me, Like you used to do, One day I'll have your company.
What are you to me now that you are gone.
Oh, trust me, I have tried. With sweat and blood, I've cried. I've let the cruelties slide, And you've smirked with unchecked pride. Your eyes of crystal blue, And all along you knew...
Lump in my throat, Feeling so rough. It happens to most, I guess this is love. Tears down my face, Breathing is tough. Bitter to taste, I guess this is love. Cold and alone, I've just had enough.
When I see you open up to breathe. I hope that you'd sing to me. It's opening up to break. Let's hope this love isn't fake. Don't throw this away. You know you'd need it some other day.
Cold and alone. I walk this road. With no hope or faith. I'm destitute from love. I long and linger. Too long and too often. I know not of how to be. Sane or normal who knows. I wish I could be cold.
Maybe one day we'll be together. Maybe that day will turn into forever. Maybe one day I can hold you tight. Maybe that day you'll see that together is right. Maybe one day we'll walk hand in hand.
A silk pink top and a lonely string guitar lie on the floor, Matching pieces of my heart scattered somewhere near the door.
You are the beautiful silky piece of ribbon holding me together Keeping me sane Fear of losing you, of you unraveling and making me fall apart causes things to spill left and right as I feel you...
**Naughty words- I mean come on it's in the title and everything.
and it's just become a blurry mess. nothing to escape from. but there's still stress. how can I end this. when I keep reassuring no end. but it all ends. sooner or later. always sooner with me.
How do we say goodbye When it's not what we want. It's not what we feel. We know we are soul mates, But now is not our time. There are spouses in the bedrooms, And kids at the table.
Is it possible to want so hard and need so much Is it ok to miss the most gentle, silken, softest touch To fear only to never meet or see her who is so, so sweet.
You could see the world. In a way i never would. You had a magical smile. And joked like i never could. But i still have the memorys. Of when you were my freind. And i can wish and wish.
She thought her life is brilliant She thought she is surrounded by your angels When she prayed for you she felt so radiant But where are you now dear stranger.
Perhaps I try too hard Or maybe not enough. A glass shard through the heart Makes loving someone too tough. So I choose not to love at all, Because no one will love me back.
#opussweeklychallenge. There's a girl in my dream. And she commands invisibility. Oh how she flaunts and teases. And taunts. As she moves through a crowd. Unseen. But with a presence felt.
Hurt me, push me aside, yeah thats fine, You won't get through my barriers so easily next time This time I've come to my senses real quick Maybe whats hidden beneath is a first class pr***.
I write for fear of silence that echoes Pounds On my ears, To illustrate Sunken fears. I hope to heal From these Festering wounds And dry these tears.