Submissions by randomMeAndBob
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Sometimes when I write, it's almost like people can actually See me.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Jul 2017 1:07am
7th Jul 2017 1:07am
I broke you
There are bruises on your wrists
from where I tried to keep you close
and cracks in your ribs
from never letting go.
And I'm sorry that I hurt you,
for loving you too much.
It seems it's in my nature
to break everything I touch.
from where I tried to keep you close
and cracks in your ribs
from never letting go.
And I'm sorry that I hurt you,
for loving you too much.
It seems it's in my nature
to break everything I touch.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Dec 2015 11:13pm
1st Dec 2015 11:13pm
The Life left his Fingertips
He sat there
crushed into the earth
with death in his eyes
and blood on his hands.
This was no place for tears
no place for breathing.
For the world he knew
was not meant for the living
And neither was he.
crushed into the earth
with death in his eyes
and blood on his hands.
This was no place for tears
no place for breathing.
For the world he knew
was not meant for the living
And neither was he.
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Dec 2015 11:11pm
1st Dec 2015 11:11pm
I Just Want
Someone who craves words more than oxygen
and bleeds stories too beautiful to write down
and too bitter to say
aloud.
A cluster of feathers
hiding behind paper
concrete walls
and eyes that cradle Stardust
even when there's no galaxy.
and bleeds stories too beautiful to write down
and too bitter to say
aloud.
A cluster of feathers
hiding behind paper
concrete walls
and eyes that cradle Stardust
even when there's no galaxy.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Nov 2015 4:22am
11th Nov 2015 4:22am
If We Could Tell You
If these walls could talk
they'd echo screams
of murdered stars
and broken dreams.
If these halls could speak
they'd only groan.
While corners sang
of my time
alone.
The floors would creak,
then hold back cries
while the windows
watched
with curtained eyes.
This house,
once big,
would feel
so small.
If it had ears
to hear
at all.
they'd echo screams
of murdered stars
and broken dreams.
If these halls could speak
they'd only groan.
While corners sang
of my time
alone.
The floors would creak,
then hold back cries
while the windows
watched
with curtained eyes.
This house,
once big,
would feel
so small.
If it had ears
to hear
at all.
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