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Eleni Jul 2019
Lately,
I think of words as air
That chant sparks into flames.

Violent pyres- if you abuse.
Or a tamed Medusa- if you peruse.

Surely,
It would put the mind at ease
To expire and water these flames.

A warning, nay comes with a beacon
Intuition with your saliva may weaken.
Anya May 2021
My heartbeat echoed
The deafening silence as it grew
Ran a mile, not just yet
Stigma marked its way across.
The disappointment rings loud
In voices unheard
And words unspoken.

The serene calmness in your eyes
Hid the anger beneath
In a flash they changed
Rejection, Dismissal, Grief and then Relief
Reflected in your eyes and you looked away.

Until today I never learnt the reason
For the last to form in your pools of brown.

It took a while yet now I know;
For questions ring in my head all night long
They sing a goodnight’s song.

While you are calm
And your smile isn’t a mask.

Now I know;
Relief came in the closure we deserved
The closure you got through my words
Your questions answered and worries cleared
All pain replaced with the feeling of a dull void of emptiness.
But my part was never delivered
For you never looked back to see
Tears staining my face.

And now I know
Why I never should’ve let you go.
Maybe we could’ve fixed it.
Maybe we could’ve fixed us.
The closure I deserved
Never came my way.

And nights upon nights
I toss and turn around in my sleep;
Questions sing a song
All night long.
wc Jun 2019
my mom is lovely
we argue and fight, but she
will always be there
William A Poppen Jun 2019
One small gripe dropped
On me over our morning meal
Unusual coming from
Across the breakfast plates

Your grimace
Accentuated what was labeled
A slight beef
To begin the day
About last night
When all of our world
Was supposedly sleeping

Most of the covers
Gathered on my side
Of our sleigh bed
Tucked around me

At least this nitpick
Was something tangible
Unlike the night before
When I danced all night
With your sister
In your dreams
While you were
Left sitting
on the sidelines
*Merriam-Webster’s word for the day, June 8, 2019
Amaris May 2019
I love her more than anything, I think
Although right now I can’t really tell
I’ve been with her for what feels like forever
Down here in this never ending hell
I face a coin toss every day with her
Call heads or tails, happy or sad
Wait with bated breath as the coin soars
Curse as it lands “tails”, now she’s mad
I can’t live with fifty-fifty chances
Every second of every day of my life
But if I push her any further
I’m terrified she’ll seek comfort with a knife
It’s so frustrating to love someone
Who thinks the world is always against her
Who can’t seem to love herself
And no matter what I say, she’s insecure

Is this love? What am I doing here?
I can’t keep fighting her endless fear
Lucía May 2019
All I remember from my childhood
are screams
and shouts
and endless arguments
and me panicking
and crying
and begging for happiness
and begging for silence.
Amaris Apr 2019
You sit or you stand there, not moving
While I’m shaking with the effort to stay
You laugh when I try to tell you something
Already you know what I’m trying to say
It’s selfish, I’m being entirely unfair
But I want to cause an effect
I live for you, all I own I share
And I resent it sometimes when I reflect
I spiral over events I forget within hours
Throw words like tangible objects at you
Forget that you’ve brought me flowers
Forget how you smile at “Love you too”s
I move everything in your direction
Where you are is where I want to be
My thought process needs a bit of correction
I know even when you’re far, you still love me
Brian Yule Mar 2019
Trash talk
Constant bickering
Insults & snide retorts
These gobshites never give it a rest
Must be home
دema flutter Feb 2019
Am I upset?
No, I don't think so.

I think the best way to describe how I feel towards you right now
is to buy a ******* useless vase, instead of adding it to the rest of your collection of useless stuff down in the basement, use it as a decoration, give it life and purpose and make a pretty flower grow in it, every now and then water it, clean the mess it makes, heck-- even take selfies with it. Next, I want you to unwillingly do the following:
put this vase on an ad on Craig's list, give it for free to someone who is on the same continuum of uselessness. Done? ok, now go break that ******* vase. What? You can't? It's not yours anymore? How does THAT feel? Do you feel upset? Angry? Confused? No, you feel helpless. Well now you know how your friendship feels like and what your friendship means. Not cool. We aren't cool. Don't make me break you, it won't fix you into becoming someone I need.
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