I can't eat. I can't sleep. I can't write.
hopehandwritten: I’m sinking in this pit of loathing Trembling with disdain Wishing you were here But fighting thoughts of concern For I don’t know what’s happening— These words beg to make sense… Yet what really is the point anymore? Penis. There’s some poetry for you. I give up today— Bring out the rope and blades.
Till’ death do us part… even if we’re not married… yet
thegirlwhowearsforever: I think the world Wouldn’t miss a beat If I raised my arms And dropped my feet
astahfrith: you are poetry personified you need not mean anything to anyone but yourself to be beautiful
ladyfunnybones: I want to cry until I am empty left unfeeling
andrewwrichard: I care. Sometimes that’s my problem. I care a little too much. I would go to the end of the earth to protect the person I love and I feel like 90 percent of the time it’s not reciprocated It makes you feel a little under-appreciated, but most of all it makes you feel unloved.
I wish I was ignorant, so that the world could never hurt me
bipolarbacon: Love when lost does not often leave a scar it leaves a hollow space for a greater love to grow in.
I do not fear death, the darkness taking over my mind the numbness of my body Instead I fear pain, the thought of you leaving clenches at my chest each breath shallow and constricted hands begin to shake and my mind seeks the darkness
No matter how hard you try and how much effort you put into the things you love, life will find new way to tear it apart
pseud0nymph: and i wonder what has happened to the sky for she bleeds so often and she cries out to me, a rumble across the dancing treetops
Kiss my scars. These scars that have buried into my skin, That have buried...– (katie blaisdell)
As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small...– Anne Sexton (via quotes-shape-us)
The moment when reality comes and takes away what matters most in your life.
dreams-in-our-eyes: I want to feel freedom. I want to walk without care, breathe without hindrance, and smile without a second thought. Reach for the hand of the one I love, look in the eyes of those I cherish. Ask questions and not feel stupid. Answer questions and not feel stupid. Dance and laugh at myself. Wear what I want to wear. Walk half empty halls and bask in memories. Memories of cat...
I have the fuel, just not the fire.
together we were one a single unit a package as some would say but now we are I and you two distinct separate entities two people living their own separate lives
thestillmidnightpoet: I tore myself Apart in search Of the pieces You hid in me The trinkets Of memories A find and seek Entailing me A maze of images By: Suomia
As the day takes its toll on your mortal frame and eyes grow heavy muscles...– (via graciouswords)
Stay With Me
tears-ofan-angel: Stay with me. Take my hand, And take me away. I’m tired of this place, I’m ready to be with you forever. If only forever was not so far away. I need your smile in the mornings, And your kiss in the night. Hold me close whispering love to me. We will push through together. My darling, my dear, My love, my sweet… Stay with me.
mandismusings: Your utter disregard for my well-being astounds me. I guess you thought that once you tossed me away, I’d end up okay. Well you’ve got another thing coming to you.
themagicaltypewriter: If I flew into the sky, would you search for me? If I fell from a cliff, would you reach for me? If I said “I love you”, would you hold me? If I wasn’t there, would you miss me?
You were never really quite close enough, Even when you were right next to me
I’m tired of being tired depressed for being depressed when will my time come where I will finally at last be happy for being happy
i-think-this-is-what-life-is: your texts brighten my day. your voice makes everything feel okay; each moment that your at my side, is a time in life, i want to stop the momentous ride and the way your arms around me wrap, what can i say, please stay like that?
The moon shines proudly unhindered by the passing clouds wandering the sky like lost souls of the forgotten “I am here to stay” says the moon, “and nothing shall get in my way”
I am the sun.
violet-words: The moon looks dull in this changing light, the chill of my skin has numbed the night and the darkness, not as soft as I recall. The light of the flame has been stricken out, the warmth of our life, dead, throughout and the closeness between hearts has built a wall. But the morning will come and along with the sun, I’ll build up the future that I have foreseen. I’ll be sorely...
These loving arms stretched out wide await for its other half growing colder and lonelier These loving arms tired and empty wither away with the passing of time growing weaker and impatient as the days, weeks, months go by
pseudo-poet: They say that everyone’s got an appointed path, drawn out long ago in the ancient maps of lives to come — I search and search, deep within the rivers of self that run through this old spirit — I wonder, late into the night, was I meant to wander? Was my road never set in ink? For imsimonim.
Fill my empty heart and soul with the warmth of your love, For I shall hold onto it for all eternity
Ingrid Michaelson - You and I well you might be a...
pseudo-poet: Were I a cloud that had the sky to wander, all the lands to see stretched vast under, I would have no reason to let the world lose its jeweled luster — imagine the sights I’d behold, the serenity of a blue horizon pulled infinitely before my form — no, I’d have no reason for disillusion, were I a cloud.
stitchesstaples: Afraid to put this day to bed if the nightmares can haunt the day what do the terrors of darkness hold?
punkdbyeros: Thoughts of you and I forget to breathe, Peripheral sightings make still my knees. This Crush for you is calling the shots, But a Crush isn’t bad when that’s all I’ve got. It’s my very private wishing game, And I scrawl your name again and again. But…nothing will ever come of this,
I loved how beautiful you are, I still do. You don’t need makeup, I even forbade you to. Your skin so soft, so smooth, and so luscious. Oh how I will miss having that beauty to call my own.
l’ll never be able to love another for as much as I loved you My heart A puzzle And you With the piece I gave away The piece I will never be able to replicate
you were the voice of reason in my mind the place doubt had no place to hide you were the angel upon my shoulder and me my own devil on the other you were the light that pierced my darkest days the source of hope that never fades you were everything to want and everything to need you were everything…to me
leavealegacy: If I promise to never let go of you, could you promise the same? If only we both had the same concept and meaning of the phrase ‘never let go’