love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Statues
You knocked on the cement I built to keep out pain. I pushed you away because I was already blanketed in sorrow. I wanted to die because I was more empty than I had ever been before. I was nothing more than a carved figure of rock and stone with all hollowness I felt filled with the darkest of concrete.
By Ivory Thornburg8 years ago in Poets
Destructive Love
Crash... it's the sound of your life coming to an end, there is no pause no warning no time left to pretend. Boom that's the loud sound that used to comfort you at night, from gunshots to fireworks never knew what it was but it calmed you right? As the smell of wet rain after it's soaked into a dirty ground and washed away terrors of yesterday, as the look of the sky getting darker brought a smile with that perfect shade of grey. Broken windows and the sound of the glass used to make you laugh, the same consequences you only cared about half. Running away was the actions of adrenaline pumping through you thinking you had the power to give yourself a better tomorrow, truest part of that now is running only brings more sorrow! Comfort is harder to come by now and there is no more home for you to run from, now all you're stuck with is cold facts of what you could have been, should have been, cracked images of what you've become!
By Kayde Picerno8 years ago in Poets
