Original Poetry and Literature

Virtual Journal of my Soul.

[problematic-poetess]

You were my person.

You are my person.

You’ll always be my person.

The person i could say anything and everything to.

You were unparalleled.

You were amazing to me in every way.

you were my best-friend.

You are my best-friend.

I’ll never stop imagining what life would be like if you were here.

I’ll never stop wishing you were here.

I’ll never stop remembering every second we spent together.

I’ll never stop loving you.

I’ll never stop missing you.

[problematic-poetess]

Lost by losing you.

I feel so lost.

Some days I manage to live.

Only twinges of pain at the memories here and there.

Other days

Days like today

Its overwhelming.

It clenches my heart and drains air from my lungs.

It tightens my throat and erases any hope I have left.

On the days that I live

I feel guilty.

At the end of the day I’ll lie in my bed and feel guilty that I laughed at something funny. That I ate something I enjoyed.

That I spent time with a friend or a loved one and I was happy.

And when I look back on the time we spent together watching tv, or playing on our phones, not paying attention to one another.

I hate myself.

I hate myself for not appreciating it more.

Because I would give anything and everything to spend just one more moment with you.

To tell you how much I miss you.

To hold you close and tell you how much I love you.

How much you mean to me.

How much I wish I could see you one last time.

These are the things that I think about.

The things I wish I could Tell you.

The feelings that flood me with piercing agony and leave me feeling so broken and empty that every poem, book, song, movie and show depicting loss in such an aggressive and dramatically tragic manner makes sense.

Some days I live.

Other days I just survive.

I can never truly explain how much I miss you.

How much you mean to me.

How much of an impact you made on me.

You changed me for the better.

You were there when no one else was.

And now inexplicably you’re gone.

And it’s soul crushing.

Every part of losing you has shattered everything around me.

I’m lost without you.

I’m so lost by losing you.

[problematic-poetess]

Tomorrow

if Tomorrow our sky is no longer blue,

but forever a drab shade of grey…

if Tomorrow our grass is no longer green,

but rotted and fading away…

if Tomorrow our ocean is no longer shining,

but dried up and seems to be tame…

if Tomorrow our sun is no longer bright,

but curled up and sputtering flame…

if Tomorrow our world is no longer there,

but is broken and full of despair…

ill know its the day you’ve been taken away…

because life only lives,

when you’re there.

[problematic-poetess]

lost connection

do you ever think about the people you lost from your life?

do you ever just sit back and think about them?

the friends who meant so much.

the jokes you laughed about.

the shared plans for the future together.

how it all faded away?

the presence of another person.

the love and the memories shared between the consciousness of two separate beings.

torn apart by distance.

its so sad to think,

that this person who once owned a space full of so much love in your heart,

is now someone who you never talk to.

a bitter end to a friendship that was so dear.

a rush of a memory that once made you laugh.

now brings a sad smile and tears to your eyes.

remembering the moments you were together.

remembering the smiles.

the laughter.

the happiness.

the joy.

and then

then you remember.

and it all hits you so clearly.

the anger.

the pain.

the tears.

the sadness.

the silence.

the deafening silence.

on the bridge that was filled with friendship.

now stands empty.

empty and alone.

where was once a place of vibrant colours, and echoes of ecstasy

is now a place of death.

a graveyard.

the grey has taken over.

the colours now faded beyond recognition

fully disintegrated.

do you sit there and wonder?

how did this happen?

do you stare at the ruins of a connection once so bold.

and think;

do you ever think about the people you lost from your life?

[problematic-poetess]

The Vancouver Forests are so beautiful its unbelievable...

(I don't live in Vancouver I was just there on vacation but I wanted to share.)