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Midnight Mar 2018
I seem to be having
An existential crisis
I feel as though
I am lost
Not physically --But rather
Emotionally--
I am not whole
Rather, pieces of me
Are missing
Why? Well--because
I gave them all away
To past lovers
Or partners--
Look!
He has a piece
And so does she
And **** so do they
In the corner
All of you
You have pieces of me,
I need them back!!
I'm not me
Without them
Oh--- but there aren't refunds
On souls, or love, or time--
They're gifts
And I gave most of mine
Away
And now---I'm empty
I'm lost, I'm incomplete
Oh god--
I have no
Identity
I want those pieces of me back.
Again and again and once again
I face a blank white paper.
Skye Feb 2018
its been so long.
i wondered if you’ve moved on.
i dreamt of you this morn,
when the sun rose
and my heart closed.

it must’ve been a sign of fate,
that seems to occur as of late.
i see people from my past in my dreams,
they were sarcastic and mean,
which could’ve been foreseen
if i had made peace at seventeen.
its been three years, or was it five, or was it six?

an unfinished piece that i don't think i'd ever complete.
You came closer, to me--
      But still there was distance,
I fall in love with you,
      As sleep to a fatigue *****!
Perhaps the sky don't need the land,
      In the way you were needed to me;
Perhaps the moon-lit-light is not so loving to a dark night sky;
      As you were to me!
Wishing to speak and behold your hand once again,
      But it is a love, which is never to begin.
I seemed to have been collided with your fragrance,
      And forget about all my sadness!
I began to make a 'necklace of poems' for you, that you took as a gift,
       And in a return gift, that age-old pain,
My spellbound heart had received!
       I even forgot the way of coming back,
While having a walk with you...
       And now you left me alone here,
Writing something like my name,in the sands of your love.
       Our incomplete love, will not be completed ever,
       And you become an image,
What I'll remember forever.
               _Sougat Dasgupta.
"Few emotions can't be described in sspeaking, but can be in writing..."
Asominate Jan 2018
There is a hole in me,
Somebody fix me;
Nothing can fill me!
I am incomplete.

Part of me's missing,
They would NOT listen!
Don't mean to complain,
Incomplete again.

Part missing from me,
They do not BELIEVE!
Wish I could REVEAL
That I'm incomplete.

Part of me is GONE,
PArt of me is WRONG
Part of me DON'T BELONG
'Cause I'm incomplete

You are hard to get,
So forgetful yet
It's hard to forget
That you're incomplete.

I need to get a MATCH
I need to get it FAST
Or else I WOULDN'T LAST...
...My incomplete past...
Dacotah Ashes Jan 2018
breathing silence into fragments
feeling incomplete perhaps
I should smash what’s left
AJG Jan 2018
In and out of love, so I can fill this void of loneliness
my life is such a mess
everything seems like a test
that I fail
every time
I need to get you out my mind
you're just like a disease and the cure is very hard to find
tabitha Dec 2017
past simple praise:
he loved me
but he loved his pain more

i pulled him into the bathroom once, it was dark
his warm fingers gently plucked at my heart
for some time
the way we kissed was art

his rhetoric far surpassed mine
every time
he asked me how my day was,
i proceeded to word *****
i talked about the most useless ****
when i asked him about his,
i got a shakespearean ******* sonnet

present perfect pain:
i have never been good at thinking things all the way through
and that is why i've fallen so deeply for people like you
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