point of collapseSo, is it a bad thing or a good thing, when you get to the point where, whenever something goes wrong in your life, you think,point of collapse
wouldn't this make a wonderful poem?
abcdefghiloveyouA.abcdefghiloveyou
i don't know what to do. i'm caught in between the both of you. what i know and what i have no idea about. i don't know why i had to feel this way now, i don't know what you did but you brought something out in me that i don't know how to put back, or hide away. you think you'll hurt me but you won't. if you take a chance, maybe it would be the best thing you'd ever do. no one knows the future. and i for one have no idea how anyone will react. but i don't care. i care about you and i wish you'd just let me in. you drive me crazy, sometimes. i don't think i'm myself.
B.
how could this ever be your faul
nailed downi lost every part of me that wasn't nailed down, when i lost you. everything seems to have disappeared somehow, like its sitting just out of reach and i'm too weak to scream for some assistance. hope is falling from the sky and i'm being kept inside, watching every one else catch it on the top of thier umbrellas, in thier mouths or on thier cheeks. rock bottom is what you'd call it, i guess, but they say it's good solid ground. i know i've gotta pick myself up, it's what i've always done. but maybe it's time to stop for a while, rest and catch up with my emotions. i wish you knew how much i miss you. and you. maybe you'll come back around aftnailed down
the hole in my hearti'm falling to pieces more than you know, and my heart wants to follow wherever you go. now i'm sitting here, waiting, being put to the test of living and breathing with a hole in my chest.the hole in my heart
i can't seem to utter a single right word, and even if i could i know i'd never be heard.
this place has me aching for a chance to control what i have, what i am and what i've been told.
and i capture anything that looks somewhat like hope and as always i fall short and fail to cope. it's not like i asked for the sky to fall in but this battle between organs, neither can win.
The Color of BruisesThere were a million colors Blues, blacks, so many pinksThe Color of Bruises
You pushed And you kicked
You said writing is a waste of time What else is there though?
I told you about how elephants are sad in the zoo I feel like breaking them all free, and taking them back to Africa, I'd ride them home, I always said.
You said The Atlantic Ocean might be a problem I told you to dream
Whenever I eat spaghettio's you roll your eyes As I explain how each of the meatballs have a family
We don't go to Chu
BrokeIt’s the middle of summer.Broke
I haven’t had a job since Thanksgiving and it just occurred to me, I’m fucking broke. Student loan money and my mother have been getting me through the last couple months. Now the loans are gone and my mom can’t make her own mortgage payment. I’m flirting with getting my car repossessed and the internet shutting off any day now. I thought finding a job would be easy in a city where the same business is a quarter of a mile from the last one you passed. If I miss the turn for the 7-Eleven and I’m on empty, I never panic. There’s another one within my range of
The Butterfly That LostYou could be called a lot of things. Beautiful. Strange. Beer stained. A child. Love. Real. Fake. A mistakeThe Butterfly That Lost
Pretending that I don't mind your slimy tongue, is what I do best. I know you taste the disgust making its way up my throat, and oozing off my lips.
I call myself a lot of things. Silly. Out there. Dr Pepper stained. A lover. Ugly. Real. Yours
We could dance to the sound of our Budweiser and Dr Pepper cans popping open. Then make love to the fizzy sounds.
We eat extra-large pizzas, with pepperoni and love sliding off because there
MisfitI’m tired of gossip and rumours and lies Don’t any of ‘them’ realise I’m lost and lonely and need a friend I hate that I’m nothing to ‘them’Misfit
I hoped to be someone special to you Someone you could trust the way friends do Someone you could count on- whenever you need And I’d show you I care with words and deeds
Now I see I’m nothing to you You let ‘them’ affect what you do You listen to the things ‘they’ say So from me you now keep away
I’m lost & alone in a great big clique &nb
to be honest
Lonely
xo!
--
I am a poetry admin for *DailyLitDeviations.
interested in collaborating?
writer, photographer, painter, whatever(er) -
I'll mix with words with anything you've got.
xo!
--
I am a poetry admin for *DailyLitDeviations.
interested in collaborating?
writer, photographer, painter, whatever(er) -
I'll mix with words with anything you've got.
--
"Every single day/I find it hard to say/I could be yours alone/You will see someday/That all along the way/ I was yours to hold,"
"I'm ready for you when you're ready for me."
Yours To Hold-Skillet
--
I am a poetry admin for *DailyLitDeviations.
interested in collaborating?
writer, photographer, painter, whatever(er) -
I'll mix with words with anything you've got.
--
"Spirituality means waking up, Many of us, even though we don't know it, are asleep. We're born asleep, we live asleep, we marry in our sleep, we breed children in our sleep, we die in our sleep without ever waking up."
De Mello'
and your other recent faves, my dear
--
I am a poetry admin for *DailyLitDeviations.
interested in collaborating?
writer, photographer, painter, whatever(er) -
I'll mix with words with anything you've got.
--
"Spirituality means waking up, Many of us, even though we don't know it, are asleep. We're born asleep, we live asleep, we marry in our sleep, we breed children in our sleep, we die in our sleep without ever waking up."
De Mello'
xo!
--
I am a poetry admin for *DailyLitDeviations.
interested in collaborating?
writer, photographer, painter, whatever(er) -
I'll mix with words with anything you've got.
xo!
--
I am a poetry admin for *DailyLitDeviations.
interested in collaborating?
writer, photographer, painter, whatever(er) -
I'll mix with words with anything you've got.
Previous Page12345...Next Page