Submissions by Yable
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I Write when I feel the need, I use poetry as an escape from my emotions, poetry helps keep my overwhelming emotions from controlling me, I am what I write.
years go by, but i still miss you
so many years ago I loved you oh so. know after all that I said I love you, I still miss you oh so. when I'm drunk I still miss you, I know that you have moved on, but this man has not. many have I said that I loved. but a substitute they are not. I cry your name but do not expect any love in return. I do not know why I can't let you go. love is a pain that causes me to weep like a girl. I do not know how to love another. you are the one that I love forever. you are know married and I am a forgotten memory. The future that we planed is still in my priorities. how do I move on?. I don't...
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Blink, Blink, CRY
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there was a beast in him
lashes on the ass, on the back, across the face. screaming STOP, no more please. begging, crying, afraid. I remember the NRA buckle that printed on my legs. walking on glass and talking in whispers, I couldn't laugh like a kid should, afraid to smile, there was a beast in him. I dared not anger him.
Now he's old and worn, his children despise him. We do not fear him any more. he is weak, brittle and depressed. I show pity and love, he is my father. I laugh a lot and I speak with a loud voice that will be heard. I honor him like I should, because he taught me, not to beat, but to love and...
Now he's old and worn, his children despise him. We do not fear him any more. he is weak, brittle and depressed. I show pity and love, he is my father. I laugh a lot and I speak with a loud voice that will be heard. I honor him like I should, because he taught me, not to beat, but to love and...
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Why must i be hurt?
We have done this dance before, you the feline me the mouse. I keep hoping that we can be together. You keep telling me that we can, but when I get close I feel threatened. My mind is on verge of falling of that great gap which leads to insanity. My body yearns to be close to yours. But my heart is riddled with the scars of your striking lies. You bate me with your cheeses and even mend the wounds of you past attacks. I know we could make it work, if only you could see that what I am offering is more then a feast. I am but a mouse that trusted, why must I be hurt?
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