28 Apr, 2016 07:25 PM
the skies shall mourn,
for they're masters of disguise -
But no poet's hand can paint
the shades of blue,
dwelling in your eyes.
The spring shall rejoice,
and the winter will scorn
Just like the sun; for it ever plays
with my forlorn -
honeyed kisses of it's rays.
So if the stars are meant to glisten
and if the winds are destined to cry
, Sad Love
, Broken Heart
, SilencVotes: 7
19 Feb, 2016 09:06 PM
I wanted Alice.
I wanted her from the first
moment I set my eyes on her.
I wanted her so bad I could
Wasting no time,
I walked over to her with
my hand extended,
all the while
presenting her with
, SilenceVotes: 6
22 Feb, 2015 06:50 PM
I see my letter was finally delivered to your hands
and shall you throw it into burning flames
then know, that these shall be my last words spoken for you
Then know, that no more kiss shall ever come your way.
Now, I think my pain and anger are explainable
And silence from my side is well deserved,
, ArguementVotes: 0
13 Dec, 2014 11:07 AM
Wash away my true colours, hide who I really am
I don't deserve to live, I failed this life's exam
My demons have taken over, I struggle, I'm helpless
I feel so alone, abandoned and worthless
It all started from that word unsaid, unknown
You left me hanging there, breathless and alone
The many nights I cried, the scars I left behind
You're just a selfish lover; left unloved and blind
The countless struggles left scars upon my skin
As I weakly attempted to battle all my deadly sins
, ScarsVotes: 10
27 Oct, 2014 03:23 AM
Is it so hard to decipher the poorly encrypted code placed on my face?
"I'm tired" "I'm just tired" "I'm fine, I'm just fucking tired"
Is this so believable that you're left with nothing to inquire?
Or is there something less forming, some lack of desire?
The thoughts in my head are swarming, that no one is caring.
I always get left behind, there's just me being lonely and alone.
"It's OK, I'm really fine. It's just hard to sleep when I'm at home."
Just a second glance, it's all that I ask.
I'm at the brink of tears, I need some help before my skin tears.
, DepressionVotes: 35
09 Feb, 2013 08:10 PM
How could silence, be louder than my scream
How could shadows, be darker than my dream
How could I feel, the guilt and the shame
Sadness and sorrow, but no one to blame
How could I live, with no fate or name
How could my life, be an endless game
How could I hate, what I've became
Sadness and sorrow, It's all the same
How could I cry, a thousand day
How could my life, throw me away
How could I forget, How could I deny
Sadness and sorrow, are not just a lie
, FearsVotes: 5
19 Sep, 2012 10:56 PM
do action speak loudest?
does silence speak at all?
when the last leaf of autumn,
begins to fall?
do we hear the weeping,
of the willow who crys?
do we feel her sweep,
the earth and skys?
, PoetryVotes: 2