I heard you're cries for years,
I held you in my arms from the fears.
Family always comes first,
To wash away the pain that was nursed.
Held you're hands to say I love you,
Its hard to say but I always knew.
Tears welling up my eyes like a colorless river,
I never will leave you're side even when I shiver.
Hearing you're heartbeat the love cannot die,
My fears turns to reality when I finally cry.
My world is fading to the guilt I will always carry on my shoulders,
Remembering how strong you're heart is like solar.
Words that are hard to describe,
As we find a way in the new divide.
I'll miss you,
And its true.
The last thing I can't s
The Exploring Explosion by DarknessFlower, literature
Literature
The Exploring Explosion
All that explosion wanted was to explore...
But when it tried, nothing existed anymore.
Because by it's nature everything in it's way perished...
Sadly, it's desire to explore the world couldn't be cherished.
It was it's fate to destroy all of the things it dreamed to discover...
And if it didn't dissapear as well, it's only wish would be the casualties to recover.
Through Shadows
through shadows gently receding into oblivion
she faded with the moon's light, softly away
becoming ethereal to the known world
her spirit crying for some recognition
from a wold turned deaf and blind
to her tender heart's emotions
while the tears flow freely
down her face, lovely
but now unloved
stop to smell the roses in dystopia
take pictures of everything in dystopia
wonder why you're here, in dystopia
claw at the walls of utopia
choke on the smoke of utopia
lie in the crimson dirt of utopia
cities crumble when i touch them
but i don't mind the sound of collapse;
it reminds me that ruin is the only thing
i can love without destroying, because
there is no life within it. only corpses
are compatible with killers.
Her body spilled over the lawn. by kissysaltcoatedangel, literature
Literature
Her body spilled over the lawn.
I got too big, too big to fit in my room and so I spilled onto the lawn.
Veins stretched across pale flesh, arteries ready to burst like ripen cherries in the summer heat.
Your taste still stifled my tongue that had engorged violet, becoming an elysian galaxy far away.
Thighs melted like butter onto the pavement, discolored and putrid they stained the sidewalk.
The canvas of my stomach imbued a cracked dawn of stretch marks; bone white.
Soon people began to notice and they'd sit on the sidewalks and stare in wonder as I tried to pull myself back together.
But as the days dragged into cool autumn evenings that ended in frosty nights that won
The Beauty in Tattoos by QuirkyCuriousBex, literature
Literature
The Beauty in Tattoos
I once thought
tattoos were the signature marks
of trailer trash junkies
and ex-prison inmates—
castoffs left to mutilate their bodies
to cover their failures.
It wasn’t until I
met him, saw his canvas
body, that I began
to consider them art.
His tattoo was nothing special—
a little typography on his collarbone:
Carpe diem et tu memento mori.
For the longest time I had no idea
what it meant
and I didn’t want to
because I loved the mystery of it,
and of him.
He almost told me
as he sat behind me against
a spray-painted brick wall
but I put my fingers to his lips,
said “shhh,”
and leaned in to kiss him.
The End Of Something Grand by BenHammonds, literature
Literature
The End Of Something Grand
The End Of Something Grand
fold the flag and bring down the banners
take the flowers away, none are needed
for something wonderful has left forever
celebrations now are over and the music
that once played so loudly has faded
crowds that once cheered with exuberance
now has moved on down the darkened street
searching for something else to stand for
midnight moon has hidden his face in clouds
so that we here on the ground may not see
as his tears drip away into stars so bright
the feeling of loss is on everything
for the end of something grand
now has come to pass
and nothing will ever be
the same again
Doctor Who: A Song Is Ending by BasiliskRules, literature
Literature
Doctor Who: A Song Is Ending
The Blue is kind; she knows –I’ve never told her,
But still she feels, her child, I cannot hold her.
The tides of Time are tearing us apart;
For Fate has –always had- the cruelest heart.
We're haunted, we are hunted, and we run,
Till all our times are written, one by one.
The pages fill and memory’s awoken,
How we both fell in loneliness unbroken,
In shadows how we ran, stranger and lover
Secrets and dangers striving to discover,
And how I wouldn’t, couldn’t trust you for a while,
(how so much pain did mar her precious smile),
And how you whispered sadly, a great love’s token
The name, the knowledge