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starry night Mar 2020
If i come closer
and this is not a promising
I'm afraid that it'll
eventually tear me apart
Just don't leave marks on my book
It'll hard to get removed
Nikkita Feb 2020
Today the birds chose to sleep.
Today the sun began to cool.
Today I didn't feel the need to live.
And today my soldier came back.

There wasn't a single tear from the skies.
Silence. Second silence. Third silence.
But no silence could ever heal my heart.
So I cried for an eternity. Then two. Then three.

Waiting for him to calm me.
Waiting for someone to calm me.
Waiting for sleep to calm me.
Waiting in silence for an eternity.
Nikkita Feb 2020
Little bell, shining gold.
Let me tell you of my accord.
Let me sing you by my chord.
What my life has made me hold.

Little bell, sunrise child.
My love for you was never mild.
My love for you was always wild.
For you, my only, I´ve always smiled.

Little bell, tender dream.
Render my lips only yours.
Render my life your open doors.
I kiss you evermore it would seem.

Little bell, happy times.
When by you, my body lies.
When by you, my mind dies.
I'll still see the twinkle in your eyes.
TEASE YOUR EGO.

trust my soul .

TAME YOUR MIND .

take my time .

at the end,

tEaR eAcH oThEr ,

BrEaK ___ hEaRt(s).
I'LL / you'll / wE'lL
Fill in the blank
Łëïçkî Jan 2020
Tonight I wake up, moon light streaming through my stinging eyes.
Thinking.
I used to wake up to you.
Three hours into my past, you lie asleep in your bed.
Do you cry yourself to sleep too?
I sob through hot tears, like something is stuck just under the lid and I can't get it out.
You stay in my eyes like a persistent grain of sand.
Scratching my cornea, blinding me.
I'll patch my eyes with white cloth and go numb to the fact that my tears have turned from water to blood.
When I close my eyes, I think I'm supposed to remember all the happy times spent together.
But suddenly and terrifyingly, those same happy moments,
make me double over, and wail.
How terrifying is happiness when it's gone.
The absence of you wounded me in ways that left me unprepared and vulnerable
pa3que Jan 2020
placed a heart inside a box,
box, sealed with a zillion locks.

then she went down on one knee,
with eyes closed she couldn’t see.

on her shoulder laid a sword,
she recalled the ghost of fjord,

for her journey to begin,
need she open din within.

placed a feather on that knee,
dropped her bones into a scree,

cold air breeze stayed far behind,
as her soul with stars aligned.

her heart remained inside a box,
someone took of all the locks,

on a sword he dropped a tear,
filled his hunger with a fear.

no one else but ghost of fjords, welcomed her amongst the wards.

feather fell on blood sprayed scree,
begins the journey with the sea.
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