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Broken conversations,
empty lungs,
doors half open,
hearts almost out of love.

We used to talk of how
we used to be infinite.
But now every second now feels
like a stroke against an unforgiving current.

Our conversations broke
as the flaws of our souls
fell through the cracks of this glass foundation.

These upset words that escaped you
left the air around me a little sad,
a little awake,
and with a lot of echoes.

My lungs went empty
talking you down.

I left the door open for you.
So you can walk in
and slip in quietly-
I won't say a word.

And this heart could never go empty,
not mine.
Yours,
at this point,
I know not.

Flowers never lost their color
as long as you walked this earth.
Only fools rush in
But I don't believe
I don't believe
I could still fall in love with you 

I will love you till I die
And I will love you all the time
So please put your sweet hand in mine
And float in space and drift in time

All the time until I die
We'll float in space, just you and I

All I want in life's
a little bit of love to take the pain away.
                

This song is beautiful and it plays in my head.

It makes me happy.
 Apr 2014 T FAITH
Chloé
morning
 Apr 2014 T FAITH
Chloé
Morning world
Morning sunshine
Morning sadness and happiness
Morning people who we love
Lets keep it simple dear people :)
Keep it simple :)
 Apr 2014 T FAITH
Coral
Heavy breathing
Trembling knees
In the darkness
I could not see


Eyelash to cheek
Hearts heavy and weak
*In the darkness
I could not leave
 Apr 2014 T FAITH
Kasey
Scratches
 Apr 2014 T FAITH
Kasey
You, with your bed of thorns,
Broke the fall from my throne
And tangled me in your chaotic glory.
 Apr 2014 T FAITH
C B Heath
Attic
 Apr 2014 T FAITH
C B Heath
I wrote

'the waves adorned your feet
in silent hushes'.

I wrote and I never
said. When you needed it,
when you cried for it,
I never said. I wrote.

In your loft,
our joint belongings
swelled my throat
and I didn't say.

But I saw you looking.

Your feet descended first -
from the attic, from the attic,
your feet looked the same.

I couldn't say,
So I wrote this.
 Apr 2014 T FAITH
Victoria
poetry
 Apr 2014 T FAITH
Victoria
Poetry is alive
it lives in our head

From the musical  hive
To the souls of the dead

In the music and footsteps and  nature and wonder

Even When life seems to be pulling you under

It's a way to release ones sadness and pain

It's a way to increase loves taunting  vein

The power of the words spoken or penned

Must always be treasured now and again
 Apr 2014 T FAITH
Elizabeth
the sweetest, most sugar-coated, ponder,
in a jar full of worries and cares.
to that ponder I regard and grow fonder.
pick it out and throw it away.
 Apr 2014 T FAITH
Jess
Awful.
 Apr 2014 T FAITH
Jess
How awful it is to lay numb on your bed late at night & think about someone who isn't thinking about you.
How awful it is to dream about someone but wake up alone.
How awful it is to remember everything about someone who doesn't even remember your name.
How awful it is to write about someone who never wrote about you.
Awful, that's how it feels.
Wasted time, wasted years.
How awful it is to sit here and type your name but hitting the backspace button because typing your name gets me nowhere.
This poem is getting me nowhere, and that's an awful feeling.
But it is not as awful as thinking about you.
 Apr 2014 T FAITH
Amber Blank
Eyes are covered
Hands are bound
Sound has been silenced
Numbness washes over every inch of skin and tissue
Sorrow has become my air
Self pity my fuel
Misery my only companion
Locked in my mind, a move replays over and over
Reliving every failure, every loss, every disappointment, every lie
Drowning in what if
Suffocating in the darkness of the past
The light of day brings no joy, only aggravation
The endless chatter of the world becomes a sting to my heart
A torture to endure.
A overwhelming tug at my heart strings
A feeling of future turmoil
The pit of my stomach physically hurts, Pain
Waiting for an impending doom
Lost without a shred of hope
Why has my faith betrayed me?
Why can't I shake this feeling?
Feels as if I am living in a nightmare never able to awake.
 Apr 2014 T FAITH
Kasey
We always leave before the sun leaks through the faded curtains
Throwing clothes over our raw skin so the sky doesn't see us.
And you mostly pretend to sleep soundly on the bed, inching towards to crease where I fall asleep.
Because you're okay with leaving.
And because I've done it enough to prefer it.
Dances like ours aren't meant for the light of the day or the twinkle of the stars
But for the pitch black, utter, endless darkness of a windless night.
You are a cold breeze on my otherwise warm afternoon, giving me goosebumps and making me shiver.
Something I haven't decided if I like or not.
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