He loves all the world but one
Rhyme & despair
You know I loved you best
You’ll never see me make it right
This is how to stop loving you
Heavens been destroyed
And ode straight from the pits of hell
More blues 😊
I'm begetting rhymes
He can be exceptionally cruel
Will you visit me at the cemetery
Words can either move mountains or dig graves (a collection of ideas)
Heavy prices have been paid
There are armies bleeding tears which swell and swallow whole moons (freestyle poetry)
The gardens do not grow the way they used to
What are dreams but avenues of despair
A battle between depression and unrequited love
Going, going, gone
Freshly written. Shed a tear or two.
You keep haunting me
They say when someone rescues you, you become indebted to them forever. It's true.
Angsty poetry cuz I never grew up and never will.
Hello out there. Can you feel me? Could you ever love me?
Ghosting 2.0 (I miss him and need him)
The light is going out, the light is gone
The future is missing any sun
Doubt was sound asleep and dreaming
I'll drop your heart in the lost and found
Maybe I'm not what they need
He's got a black heart
Another unrequited 3 AM love poem, for the one, the haunting ghost in my life
I needed to vent via rhyme (themes of depression & suicide / possible trigger warning)
Sorry's come with sorrow
An angel dies in hell trying to save a demon she loved
The longing now just feels like a sickness
I hate him. I hate me. The end.
He loves me not
I'm angry, I'm furious, I'm full of rage
People change but nothing changes
A freestyle poem of unrequited magnitude
He gives her everything and she gives him unfaithfulness
Christmas mourning freestyle rhyme
The cold comfort of nothingness
Addicted to love
Call me crazy but my heart says he loves me
Sailing through heartache
Regrets are heavy
The way forward is forgiveness not revenge
Place a temple where the love is waning
After midnight freestyle
Letting this love sink with the lies
Let's be real, you don't know love in any manner, you don't even love yourself.
Love never dies...
Something good comes from all bad things but I can't find one here...
Pain times infinity
It takes alot of discipline to be a person of quality and worth... being bad comes easy...
He was the best and worst thing to enter my life, like a flash flood destroying all the good but making room for growth.
I got out of my coffin, kinda...
All a man has is his word but he doesn't even have that...
If only love were blind....
Bleeding in rhyme and real time
Y'all remember that scene in Dracula where Mina was begging for forgiveness for loving a monster? Yeps me...
Tools the narcissist will use
Thanksgiving slightly drunken freestyle
They stoned the messenger and still flock to him like flies on shit...
She tried to warn them but they never listen; quick to cast a stone but not on the wrong...
He's so far away now *sobs uncontrollably*
Mostly moping, barely coping
Am I getting through?
Unrequited love poem number ten thousand
I hope my love can reach him where he is in darkness, so he may find the right light
YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW
If ignorance is bliss I wouldn't know it
One day maybe he'll learn to care for the girls who come around, instead of raping their hearts. Vikings protect, he forgot his role.
Hello excuse me, uhhh sir, no don't go *sigh* (Are we doing digital lovers yet? Plug me in)
Searched decades, found him in hell like a pimp with gals on every arm and he spat at me, his fucking soulmate, said to piss off
I'm so cold, where is he? He took away my sun...
He does everything he can to avoid me but now the feeling is mutual
He's just like all the rest... wicked
I don't have anything because I don't have you
It nearly did me in to be honest and it took a lot of careful consideration on whether I wanted to leave my blog open. But this is still goodbye. I quit it all.
Too many choices
He left me high and dry
"Gimme that cold shoulder like “brrr” I make a snow cone with it, sir" - Alexander Ebert
A tiny story of hope / rhyme + updated with photos!!
A poem about spiders, or I don't know, maybe emotional manipulation. My thoughts might be creepy but tis almost Halloween! Cobwebs!
Dear Poe, I need answers...
His absence is too loud, too painful.
Like a ghost he roams my heart, I miss him.
Words fire like bullets
He'll never have my forgiveness or love
Regrets and sorrow
He loves us, he loves us not