heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Abandoned
*I always wondered why my mother had walked out of my life. I always swore that I would give her the third degree about it (so to speak) when I would eventually meet her. Because growing up I figured that someday I would see her again. Whether it would be standing over her grave or face to face. Truthfully I never knew back then whether she was dead or alive. And now that I have met her part of me wishes that I haven’t and no she never did answer. I still don’t have the answer as too why she left me. All I know is that in life sometimes things happen that we aren’t responsible for.*
By Alyssa Horn8 years ago in Poets
The Devil's Work
Your bewildering pain you falsely titled as "love" smashed my brain upon the canvas for the world to see. I was no longer pieced together strategically and lovingly, as my soul was sedated and captured by the clutches of whatever darkness you created.
By Jo Severson8 years ago in Poets
Naked Is Not Enough
We all have boundaries, limits, rules; we are the only ones who know how far we can go, how much we can take. We learn from experience, we know how far to push, but never to cross, because nothing is worth what’s over the other side. We learn not to put our hands into the flame, the philosophy is simple and sometimes sweet — once bitten twice shy.
By Linxi Van Romanovski8 years ago in Poets
