Pain

Alexander

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What is Love?

To me and everyone else you were always Alex C.

 

I fell in love with Alex C.

I married Alex C.

I travelled with Alex C.

I wanted children with Alex C.

Alex C. Told me I was his everything

Alex C. Told me he could never hurt me

Alex C. Told me I was the only one for him

Alex C. Vowed to be loyal to me forever

 

My Husband Alex C.

 

Then one day you were Alexander.

 

I cried because of Alexander

I broke because of Alexander

I lost my love because of Alexander

I have a hole in my heart because of Alexander.

Alexander knowingly hurt me, more than anyone has hurt me in my life.

Alexander did unspeakable things to me

Alexander broke his vows

Alexander gave himself to someone else.

 

A whore’s lover, Alexander. 

 

 

You told everyone you wanted to be Alexander but no one listened. Is that still what you want Alexander?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

My Husband always told people he preferred Alexander, yet Alex C. was what he used on everything, he would introduce himself as Alex and everyone always called him Alex...until her. She called him "Alexander". 

Hide my Heart

Hide My Heart

 

You're coming up

Too often in my thoughts

The welcome remembrance

The spark of your voice

The fact that I get a thrill

When from you I read

Slowly I'm yielding

Gently, I'm slipping

 

It's time to hide my heart

I refuse to get hurt

You've not come out

To declare that I'm yours

 

So I refuse

To slowly reserve

Myself for you

That, you don't deserve

 

I'm hiding my heart

With all diligence

Issues of my life

Require no negligence

So yes, with all might

I'm hiding my heart

 

 

 

 

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A Fallen Star

Folder: 
Torn Love

I only wish you know,

How much I loved you,

Right from the beginning,

The impact you made when you landed,

From high above,

You fell so far,

Never losing your shine,

The first time I laid eyes on you,

The darkness staring back at me,

We danced and danced,

Orbited each other,

Complementary and clashing,

A comet passed by,

Obscuring the vision,

Leaving a trail of dust and debris,

You fell to earth,

I held you in my arms,

Breathed life into your fading embers,

I gave you my trust,

I thought I had yours,

You exploded in my hands,

Tore me to shreds,

Ripped my heart out,

Left me bleeding and alone,

If you only knew,

How much I had loved you.

To fix whats broken!

To Fix What’s Broken

 When were born our mothers smile light’s her face a glow

  She say’s were perfect from our head down to our toes

  But as we grow thing’s change and to much is left unspoken

  Oh to be able to go back in time and fix what’s broken

 But if it was that easy then there wouldn’t be any pain

No sorrow, no fear, of what lies ahead and nothing to gain

So here we are slightly wrinkled, and our hearts a cold dark place

try as hard as we can to iron it out, and thaw what’s been frozen

we try again and again to mend ourselves to fix what’s broken

but night after night we fall into bed to tired to keep up the pace

knowing full well that tomorrow our step’s we’ll have to retrace

someday I think to myself I wont feel so much pain no more emotion

and with no pain there will not be a need to go and fix what’s broken

Author's Notes/Comments: 

sometimes all we want is to fix what broke, hope you like this one!

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A Hole: Pain Through the Brain

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Poetry

I woke up,

in the mirror I had my closeup.

There was a hole in my throat,

fastly I slipped into my coat.

 

I went to the hospital,

I was worried I recall.

I gave the fault to Abra,

who was able to the macabre.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A dream I had.

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Dramatic tunes

Dramatic tunes play in my mind

as I wait in bed for your replies

Took a trip, tried to listen to

A Brief Inquiry Into Online Relationships

But boy, I really should take note

that 1975 was never the year

that the internet was born 

then lives got weird

 

Dramatic tunes swirl in my mind

Nauseating and mesmerizing, all at once

I trace all the pieces I could find

to draw the image that may resemble you

and draft the letters I could think of

but never would I send to you

 

Dramatic tunes leech on my mind

Trying to design my last demise

The nothingness on their side,

churning violence all coincide

 

Dramatic tunes play in my mind 

As I wait for your replies 

The darkness would soon arrive

here and hear my last goodbye

The flock of crows are closing in

Floating just three feet above

But then I feel my eyes flinch

As the phone buzzed

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem about the anxiety you have when you're not sure someone's still interested of you or not anymore. 

Diamonds

Folder: 
Bees

No, not diamonds, emeralds are much more fitting.

Emeralds dancing under an endless blaze,

Sparkling in the light while shining in the shadows.

A complex ballet of both strength and love.

 

…and pain.

Sorrow and Distraught. Anguish drawn from years of

Frustration. Get the lights, lock the door.

Observe, partake, change, leave.

 

Be it the pain, strength, or loneliness,

Eyes worth millions tell stories in silence.

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The darkest stars

As long as there are stars to see at night
There will be problems for us outside
And there's nothing to grant you a better life
Just the expectancy of something worse
Only to be surprised with something
Probably as good as it was in the beginning
And that's how life rolls
How Earth's still turns
And how dark takes over the sun
How the stars shine along

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The Seed

in what dark recesses of torture remain

exists a dreaded seed for us to obtain

to keep us sane and deliver us from evil

so goes the creed of an everlasting people

 

unending doubt resonates to be

impermanance rooted in an everlasting dream

scarcity of hope glimmering in dusk

prevention of fortune in a world of luck

 

forever told from stories past

eerily reminiscent of perpetual task

systems of new destroyed wisdom once known

for all apart of a world unsown

 

grimmace and malice plagued once more

in dire times that conjured vile scorn

but it was hope that was given once last chance

now grows a tree from the seed of our past