Poems For The Melancholy

This is where I'm going to post my poetry and poetry of others whether they be famous or otherwise

[might-be-poetry]

Memories

There are no more tears to shed, life to live, memories dead

I can cry no longer; the memories I share with you falter. The feelings they had muddled and twisted.

I miss you in my heart. But only slightly.

Always hoping you’d come back daily and nightly; always knowing you won’t

I will always love you for you but there are no more tears to shed from me. I have life to live and our memories are dead.

I’m sorry for the time that I took from you. Though I wish it would’ve lasted forever. To be friends is but a small taste of what it once was I will always hold you in my heart but only slightly.

Daily and nightly there are no more tears to shed, life to live, Memories dead.

[might-be-poetry]

Completion

My Waking hours were spent anxiously

Every sentence; thought carefully

And never trying to upset others

Your waking hours were spent lonely

Every thought; that you were homely

And always looking for another

And then I saw you.

Anxiety be damned

I shouted; my heart slammed

And my words threw caution to the wind

And then you saw me.

No longer lonesome

You yelled; feeling wholesome

And you took the leap for me

Completion, of one another

Not just, someone other

Blanketing each other, in our love

[might-be-poetry]

stick around

The end is not here The knock at your door Is not doom A fight is about to bloom This is not a set back It's a test of wills So fight and rage until you fill Fight for love and fight for peace So stick around and do not cease Fight until you can't any longer And when you and your loved ones falter Pass your torch to me I will set you free But please stick around as love will be abound So please be sure To stick around

[might-be-poetry]

Unpleasantries

Emotions are always present Even when they aren’t always pleasant The best way to solve them Is to go and absolve them With the people who care about you.

Now it helps to speak to someone Who probably has a degree It might not be a fun one But it’s important to me That you take care of you.

You must realize that If you do fall flat In that whole mental department We can open that compartment And drink to our hearts content

[might-be-poetry]

Imagination

Use your imagination Pretend with me As we Fall in love

Use your imagination Pretend with me As you Grow distant

Use your imagination Pretend with me As I Break apart

Use your imagination Pretend With me And act like It never happened

Use your imagination Pretend With me Like we never met

[might-be-poetry]

Open Book

You opened like a book Telling me every story and keeping me hooked Every word you said Every word I read Kept me sitting on the edge

I related and I understood I told you I came from the hood. You didn’t quite get it But I opened like a book Telling you every story And keeping you hooked Every word I said Every word you read Kept you sitting on the edge

Our novels were entwined But it was I who pined For your attention and yours alone But it was said and it was shown That in your story That your love and your glory Was meant for someone who’s bottom half was just a bit more gory than my own

[might-be-poetry]

Dead End Alleyway

You take my hand and run My legs no longer weigh tons

We ran through fields That were plentiful in yield

Sprinting through the city And the lights were, oh so pretty

Every step in the trip Made my heart flip

When you finally stopped you asked me to stay In this dead end alleyway

[might-be-poetry]

Friendboat

We aren't really friends Our friendship is more like a boat Our Friendboat is generally sinking We talk but never really thinking About what the other wants But we sit, selfishly, being rather blunt To make the other know That this is just for show We aren't really friends This ship is just a boat. Just trying to stay afloat And while the water rises One of us realizes That, "hey we might just drown If we keep these frowns." Neither of us cares We just pay our fares And head down the River Styx

[might-be-poetry]

I love you like you love her

I love you like you love her I see how she walks with her furs Like a tramp but just for you It makes me sick, like with the flu

I love you like you love her In the summer when you walk She goes with you and just talks Speaks of nothing, while she gawks Stares at others and ignores you It makes me mad, she says “I love you too”

I love you like you love her And because I am called sir You can’t love me like you love her.