Poetry Journal

[honeybeerosie]

Familiar face

I met someone today. He reminded me of you. He looked at me the way you used too. And I almost reached to him grasping for you. He looked at me with curious eyes and a smile in waiting. He asked me how I was, when I asked him the same he answered snarky like you would have. During the music he began to sing along. As I looked around I couldn’t help looking around him. I missed you. And all I could do was hope you were as happy as he. That someday you’d be there singing and laughing. Un-phased by the sight of me, like we were perfectly happy strangers. Noticing something familiar.

[honeybeerosie]

Lone wolf leaves again

Will you ever know how I cried for you at night? How I choked on my own heart ache? Why do you leave? Why do not even offer to take me with you? The worst part is, you know I asked for this. Because I love you.

[honeybeerosie]

Midnight minuet. 1st draft

Lying in bed. I remember nights where I would lie there and think to myself. If I died tomorrow it would be alright. I’m tired. And I’m done. And I want to go home.

It’s so odd to think now that I lay here and pray I wake up. Please god I can’t go yet, I take back those thoughtless wishes. I’m crying now for those who would cry at my absence. I love them, I’ve found my love in them my purpose in morning, my long for tomorrow. I can’t leave yet. I don’t intend to if you’ll allow it.

To any of you who haven’t come this far, please; go one more night, one more day, one more week, one more month, one more year…. find more. It’s out there.

[honeybeerosie]

Midnight Minuet #2

The moon breathes in the tide.

The sand fills the pores of my skin.

Waiting there for you to save me

from the simple solitude of breathing

in and out.

Listening to the waves and the rush of blood grounding me to earth.

I can see you here, but all the same I know you’re not coming.

At this point am I waiting or just wallowing?

Maybe it’s just remembering.

[historical-revolution]

The Signatures of the English romantic poets: 1. William Wordsworth 2. Percy Bysshe Shelley 3. John Keats 4. William Blake 5. Lord George Gordon Byron 6. Samuel Taylor Coleridge

[thewhimsofmysoul]

I used to think...

The point of physically living was for the higher cause of mental and spiritual purpose

Breathing in air was so you could breathe out soul

But where is my soul?

Did I lose it somewhere along the way?

Do I run in circles so that my mind can see straight?

Eat and drink so my spirit could bring forth fruit?

Sometimes... I become tired of breathing. Breathing to stay alive

Is it because my soul cannot go on?

Too many pieces have been given away too freely

[thewhimsofmysoul]

I’m stuck in the fallacy of who you are. The problem is no matter how much I believed, you would never be who I had hoped you would be. InsteD you’ve become someone else. And that’s okay too... I guess.

[wordsthat-speak]

I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love.

(via 8hy)

This is how I loved you wolf, in a sense. I loved who you were half the time. And suddenly you were gone. You were different. You didn't love me. And I could love and live like that, half and half. Either we were in or out and you couldn't stand that either. So ... it's over

[mydruggedthoughts]

if you’ve ever laid in bed and cried so hard to the point where you had to cover your mouth so you didn’t make any noise, i’m so sorry

[thewhimsofmysoul]

All the time

[blossomfully]

But you loved her? Yes. And she loved you? Yes. Then why did it end? Because love and compatibility are not always the same thing.

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #278  (via blossomfully)

[thewhimsofmysoul]

Can you hear me?

Do you hear me when I cry?

Does Luna tell you I miss you?

Have you read what I've written?

Do you know, what has happened since you left? I'm asking because I want to know if you care, or if it really is time and space keeping us apart. I don't want this to be all on you and in no way am I saying my happiness depends on you. It's just... things were a lot happier when you were in my life. The same old things happened. But I could come home to you. And the heat of your skin, breathe, beat of your heart, it all made things so much better. You were better than any anti depressant I'd ever taken. And I think you knew that

[thewhimsofmysoul]

I'm so tired. From asking you to love me

[folkstellar]

[thewhimsofmysoul]

You were my sunshine My only sunshine You made me happy When I was grey You’ll never know dear How much I miss you You see my sunshine Has gone away 🎶

Im heart broken. Not because you made the right decision. But because you made the deck on you felt would hurt least. But it still hurts. I’m hurting and you’re the only one who could make me happy. But you’re hurting too. Because I responded in anger. I’m so sorry. But it isn’t enough.

[thewhimsofmysoul]

Never, No Longer, Will I

I will never know what could’ve happened

I will never get to tell you how you have hurt me

I will never know where I failed to you

I will never beg you to fight for me

I will never ask for you back

I will never love you again

I will never regret

I will no longer wish for what is not to happen

I will no longer dwell in bitter pain if only to fuel me

I will no longer feel failure, no tie to you

I will no longer wish for love, love will wish for me

I will go on, and you will see me rise

I will see you in time

I will wish you happiness

And I will hold my family, and pray they never know the pain you caused

In that Moment I will feel a happiness I never imagined

As I hold my family and wish for nothing more

Than the peace I hold

[thewhimsofmysoul]

🎶Criss cross applesauce I'm not sick it's just a tick The scars ache and the scratches itch 🎶 It's okay. I'll get through this

[thewhimsofmysoul]

Just when I thought

I found something good We fucked it up again