If you meant the words you spoke Wouldn’t I feel them somehow? So far gone I couldn’t hear you anyhow Mouth moving, hands jumping My fingers touched your lips…stop Eyes begged you to find someone else I strip off all that the world offers The earrings you bought To match our wedding ring The necklace…
31 DAYS OF HORROR (LINK UP IN COMMENTS) It always looked lonely Death Filled with nothingness No stars to light the black No moon to hang your hat No crickets to sing goodnight Just an empty vast void Of silence… Now it looks peaceful Death Filled with nothingness No voices inside my head No opinions…
Sometimes you just have to be reminded that to appreciate love you must have felt pain. Thanks JStewart. Written by JStewart413 and HastyWords Could you Live without pain Knowing Love wouldn’t be The same Could love Be understood If heartache Was never felt Would love Simply live Invisibly Inside a world Of dreams Or would…
Originally posted on The SisterWives:
A few weeks ago I considered dropping out of this “SisterWives” project. Here I am in the midst of some fantastic women and for some reason I was invited to join. What makes me think I can keep up? What makes me think I have anything worthwhile to add? I…
Originally posted on RED GLADIOLA:
A child with a gloomy disposition Said to me with some contrition, “I find the sunlight much too bright, It tells me problems can be simply set right. Though I’ve prayed for a many a day, Not one deity, have I swayed.” When company came, she hid in dark places…
So well said and written… It is written about Chronic Pain but can also be words written for depression or any other ailment or Mental Illness you can’t see.
She has her reasons for having me post this as anonymous but I think this is an amazing poem. I am hoping she changes her mind and lets me sign her name eventually. What do you think? I wear the bruises on my skin With a secret smile on my face I know how I…
Written by mcfcwolf and HastyWords The noise was too loud inside my head the sounds reverberated like a dozen beat boys speaking street My vein so punctured that the beat of my heart was critically low yet these sounds like stars at night they show me which way to go Who is this inside…
Originally posted on LATENT CONFESSIONS:
To my dear friend, I extend my hand, but your outstretched arms were not close enough for me to reach. I want to embrace you, but your weak body and soul are too far for me to hold. I want to ease your pain, but I cannot mend your wounds.…
Written by Richard Ankers and HastyWords To lose yourself In a puddle of rain Image collected Rippling in pain To find yourself Sitting in rust Lips betrayed By hollow trust To see yourself A ghost in the glass Fade and return But not too fast To hear yourself In a howling wind…
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