you turned your back on me

but i remember that

together we were something

back when it worked out

once upon a time

now we are nothing

ripped to pieces and thrown apart, 

wasted

but we used to be whole

once upon a time

i hope i find someone new

someone that won't abandon 

me just like you did

even though we still loved each other

once upon a time

.

i still love her but i dont know if she feels the same and the only way i express my thoughts is through poetry but i cant send those to her because i know she'll just hate me even more  

'I'm sorry' 

Those words wracked pain

I hate them

I hate the way your 

Face crumples into sheer 

Despair

Don't look at me like that.

Don't say those words,

Woven so deeply in what others care 

What I'll say next, who'll think what,

I don't care about any of that.

But you do.

I can see it etched into 

Every fragment of your being

Crisscrossed worries dancing

Over your soul,

But not in a happy way.

Not in a spendid, lovely way.

In a way that tells

The tragic story

Of burdened blue roses

Tainted by the black mist around them

Smudged and spiralling 

Into the abyss;

The story of you and me. 

Well, well, well…

Are you proud

Of yourself

Now?

Do you like the

Way your lifeless eyes

Gaze right back at you

Through the dark?

Can you see past

The faded frame

And look straight at

The 'person'

Sitting on that wretched throne?

Or do your eyes pass

Right through

To see the one splotch of warmth

That is a heart mangled 

And bound in chains

Can you even see that monster--

That 'person' that is you?

Or can you only

Relive fragments of scalding

Pain when you see those hands

Reaching

Reaching

Reaching up to drag you 

Back down 

Into the abyss

To hold you tight

But for a moment

Before plunging you into

An eternal shell

Devoid of any real,

True life

In a way

Only we

Will ever

Under-

stand

This was inspired by "And Then There Was No One Left" by Dreamcatcher. It's one of my favourite songs (not all in English, though) and I'd recommend listening to it (it's way too catchy); there's no way I could do it any justice it such a crude poem. This did turn out to be rather long as well...

~~~~~

Once upon a time 

you sang a song

It was a song 

full of longing

Of hope 

yet also 

broken dreams

You said you felt

your path was fading

That every night

The same mare 

would prance by 

bringing you a familiar

dream, the same old story 

That trickled through

A sea of mist

Where you begged 

for me to stay

To help you escape

To stay and let you hold on 

for all eternity 

That we could pluck 

stars from the lucid

violet, mist-veiled sky

And hold a wish

Until the wind lead us

back together...

But then--

There was no one left.

No one, nowhere to turn

the distance ever-widening 

leaving you in a desperate scramble

grasping at straws

It was then you knew 

you could never truly escape.

Still you walk this blurry path 

soaking in the night 

in somber silence, you close your eyes 

hoping that someday this 

endless road will somehow lead to me

somehow you know it's the only way

And as soon as you open your eyes

you half expect to see me 

standing before you

as if to free you from this labyrinth

But all you can do now 

is trace stars as they fall 

from their thrones, eyes latching onto 

the last glimmer of light

Until once again you remember--

And suddenly there was no one left.

Yet again the distance seems to

stretch endlessly

and you feel as if you can't breath

There's no escape

The strength drains from your 

frame when you realize

That there was no one left. 

A diamond encrusted wine-glass,

What does she yield?

Only ruby pebbles

And scarlet moonshards

That flake to the touch

and smell faintly

Of fresh-cut roses,

With a glowing golden top

Wobbling upon the wick 

Flickering against the iced-sheeted

Panes of smudged glass 

That encase us as winter's prisoners.

This is dedicated to my uncle and I'm thinking of giving it to him for Christmas. I'm looking for critique! Please!

Walking

By your side,

I feel

As though all nature

Is our domain,

As though

We have the world 

To traverse.

When the sky

Sheds her tears

Or when

She smiles

And warms 

The earth,

Or even

When her frosty gaze

Freezes

The world,

No matter what,

We take our walks. 

It's beautiful, Wreebo! Your uncle will love it. You could write it out nicely so it could be framed and hung on a wall. That would be a wonderful gift!

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I was going to enter this for the poetry contest, but I couldn't quite get it to follow the theme without it not feeling right. So this is just the beginning of it, and I would really like feedback! constructive criticism is very welcome!

This void~

In this void of colorless colors,

and of twinkling lights.

In this void of mysteries 

And blackness we call the night

-

In this void of darknes

And beautiful streaks and beautiful art.

In this void of rainbows soaked black

And stolen fates we call my heart.

Ok, so that's what i got, I'm open to suggestions for things to add, change or things I should keep. Thanks <3 

We were doing great,

Then suddenly you were gone--

Like a flower who freezes solid

When the winter stalks up on her,

Snatching away her warmth 

And rendering you

cold.

All gone.

You were like a rainbow

Beautiful and tragic, but loved all the same

And far too soon shrugged of

Existential magic,

Now I'm alone.

I'm not the only one.

She's hurt even more. 

You didn't slip away peacefully

Nor slowly like fog in the night

Melting away gently--

Nothing like that.

You did nothing to deserve it,

You never chose to leave,

But before anyone knew it--

Abd suddenly you're gone.

We're still haunted by our past together; 

Days of innocent youth,

Trees and cabins

And songs and promises now left unfulfilled,

Of dreams and bright futures,

Smiles and tears alike; 

Of engagements and sportsmanship

And all the days 

Spent together;

No one did anything wrong.

But that doesn't matter

Because you're still gone.

~~~~~

This is a true story. I really can't capture anything about it at all, and it's really frustrating, but we all miss him. It wasn't even recently, but maybe this will help come to terms with it.

An explosion rocks the night,

Wrenching through the silence,

Bits of metal and ash

Collapse in together,

Mingling on their deathbead;

The sleep of a warm dream

Is brushed aside in feverish haste

As everything flashes from empty black

Up to fiery fevervent dancing--

What's so great about fireworks

in the first place?