#hangingon

11 posts
  • shamein555 34w

    WHY Am I STILL HERE

    Why am I still here
    Grasping for straws of hope
    Searching for the last string of love
    Breaking each piece of me
    For the lies and betrayal

    Why am I still here
    Telling you you're worth something
    When my own worth has be reduced to ashes
    My heart trampled by your betrayal
    Made a fool by your people

    Why am I still here
    Crying to hold on
    When those nights I needed you
    Were spent flirting with her
    Courting her as if I was no longer

    Why am I still here
    When I was an option to you
    A comfort zone you'd rely on
    When all I got were tears
    Depression and loneliness

    Why am I still here
    When you have nothing else to offer me
    When all I want is to give you the world
    Show you your worth
    And give you the stars

    ©shamein555

  • lizmaniaaa 56w

    Mirror friend

    In a world without mirrors,
    who would be your friend,
    when you are alone?
    who would show you,
    your true colours?
    Who would tell you,
    "it's alright, just hang in there."
    Who would smile back,
    just like the way you smiled?
    A world without mirror is-
    a world without the best buddy.

    ~ elizabeth

    ©lizmaniaaa

  • juniperspoems 67w

    Broken into pieces
    Yet not dead
    You can kill the body
    Not the soul
    #threadofhope
    #hangingon #loveagain #itgetsbetter

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    Only Hope

    I know the nights very dark
    But there's always a morning
    The moon isn't enough?
    Wait for the sun to rise
    Someone walked away
    Have they left footprint?
    The wave of happiness will wash it away
    Your heart is sealed?
    I see that door
    Someone will knock it again.
    You find your self in chaos?
    Isn't that a sign of a great mind
    You're scared of yourself
    Only you the secret to be brave
    Has someone closed their arms for you?
    Someone else might have opened one
    Maybe you can't see
    Maybe its because you don't want to
    Just wait my dear for the sun to rise
    I know it will still hurt
    But its a new day, a new life?
    It won't easy,
    I'm not saying its a cake walk
    But have you seen tomorrow?
    Because I've not..
    And you're beautiful the way your tomorrow will be
    Universe is tirelessly working
    To get peace to thee
    ©juniperspoems

  • soulspeaking 71w

    Loving someone, only one, for the entire life without a flicker of faith and affection is a lot tougher than it sounds. Keeping that feeling strong and alive for all those years is not easy. There will be times, when love will seem to have replaced only by habits and responsibilities.
    People say, it's like solving math problems. You work out together, you solve one problem. Then move on to the next. When you've solved enough problems, you get to live the while life together. You only need to work stuff out together and not leave out the other. If you're able to figure out how to stay together, the rest of the journey will be taken care of by the love you have between each other.
    It is difficult to fulfill the journey, but if you're successful, you're gifting yourself the strongest alibi who will have witnessed your life till death, who can carry on your story to the coming generations, who can be the toughest shield to break.
    #marriage #rings #betterhalf #minusone #love #care #vows #responsibilities #solvingproblems #workstuff #beingtogether #lifelong #journey #shield #alibi #future #noflickering #strength #habits #hangingon #notgivingup #togetherness #gift #unbreakable #soulspeaking

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    MARRIAGE- an eight letter word; short but heavy; simple yet complicated.
    It is the exchange of Rings and beginning of Responsibilities. The vows of being together forever, the promises made, the sharing of life- sounds fantastic, yet scary!

    I see my parents and grandparents and think, what must have been their key for being together for so long? Is it love or responsibilities or being with someone for so long does something to help them to hang on and not give up? Or all three?

    I wonder! I wonder what it's like!
    ©soulspeaking

  • coldhandswarmheart 122w

    Getting Over

    I think we can get over a person.

    What we can't get over is the way they made us feel.
    That's what we keep hanging on to.


    ©coldhandswarmheart

  • patrick_slayer 137w

    Hanging On

    Been searching for love in ways I could think of
    Thought you love me but i don't think so
    You got me believing in your lies and promises
    Now I'm all branded with stitches and bruises

    Show me the real you and talk to me
    Don't take it too far and say to me
    From all those years you spent with me
    Have you ever been true even just a bit?
    ©patrick_slayer

  • sudeshnamukherjee_ 168w

    Coffee

    You own me like a midnight coffee...
    Brewing strong when its dark and drowsy..

    ©sudeshnamukherjee_

  • arenegaines 176w

    Long ago
    When nights were young
    And hopes and dreams
    Wandered freely
    Between the walls of my mind
    And the muscles of my heart
    Long ago
    I thought I was going
    To change the world
    But somehow
    This world managed
    To change me
    And now I'm just
    A sleepy girl
    Hanging on for dear life
    Doing CPR everyday
    Trying to keep
    The girl of
    Long ago
    Still breathing
    ©arenegaines

  • mmbftd 206w

    Hug

    There is a space
    In the curve of your warm neck
    Where my lips fit perfectly.
    When we first began
    I used to call it my home
    I felt the safest there
    In the peace of your strong arms wrapping around me
    Melting the harsh chaotic world away from me
    Protecting me from even myself.
    And sometimes, still, I find my way back into that space on your neck
    I settle in and wait for your arms and that feeling again
    It is still there after all these years
    Though it is a rare offering
    I cannot help but to crave that security
    Always
    For even as reality rears it's fierce face at us
    And I know there is much more needed than this space to get us through
    Your arms wrap around me
    Older not wiser
    Sicker not strong
    Weakened by all I thought we would become but did not
    Your arms still guide me to a feeling so familiar
    so craved
    And for a moment
    I am ok
    And so are you.
    ©mmbftd

  • thomasfhunter 215w

    Something To Feel Better

    The cold heavy rain fell with crippling force.  The walk from the car is normally a short distance to the entrance but felt like a mile in wet clothes and shoes.
    This miserable moment in the day was not the first of the day, merely another straw on the camels back.  How many more would come before the back would break? The man had no interest in finding out.  He walked slowly despite long legs that normally carried him gracefully wherever he wished.  His dress shirt and tie were soaked to the point of transparency and weighed heavily on his shoulders.

    He looks back to the car, a sudden desire to just leave this place and all its endless rain for somewhere warm and sunny.  A place the world would not feel so heavy on his shoulders.  Would anyone miss him?  Surely his kids would be fine without him, all three in their own jobs and houses for years now.  Him and his wife were all but memories to them it often seemed.

    Speaking of, would his wife miss him?  She was so distant lately.  A distance that started long before he realized and was too far to bridge once he did.  It was probably a matter of time before she found someone else who would be closer to her then him, why delay the inevitable.

    His employer would surely fail to care, he had made it clear today just how replaceable he was, maybe retirement was the right way to go.  The thoughts of lounging on a beach in the sun made the beach with a cocktail in hand made his sore and cold body feel a little warmer.

    He turns back to the car and gets in.  The engine fires up like it never stopped and the warm air from the vents instantly begins to soothe the all too deep cold he felt.  He stares back at the house for a long minute.  He has loved her for longer than he can remember, he would miss her more than anything else.

    He puts the car in reverse and backs out of the driveway, it was time.  First gear and go, head out on that road.  Second gear and smooth sailing, nothing to stop me now.  Third gear and a sudden memory of his wife.  Her blonde hair trailing in the wind from her open window and her carefree smile glistening in the sun while she rode along on a road trip they once took after the third kid had moved out.  Las Vegas was a stunning city of lights and sights to see and more importantly he had seen it all with her.  Down shift to first and stop at the intersection, all of that was in the past.  A look in the mirror to a familiar sight.  This was the last time he would see that view there was no going back now.

    "Life is like a series of intersections.  Each one a choice on your path to wherever you are destined." He had once said to his oldest son.  "You choose your own path and take whatever comes along it.".  "But what if you don't like the path you take?  Can you ever go back?" The boy had asked.  "As long as you don't burn your bridges you can usually find a way back." Was my answer.  Burning bridges, hard to do in rain like this, but if he goes forward from here he most definately will.

    Honk! Came the sound from behind, urging me to go.  No bridges would be burned today.  He turned sharply on the wheel and hit the gas wheeling the car around hard.  The car reved hard and he shifted gears.  Second gear, how could he abandon it all without even trying.  Third gear, there must be a way to make this right, and if not then there was always sunny beaches somewhere.  Down shifting as the house approached he turns into the driveway.  Putting the car in park he cuts the engine and removes the key.

    He leaps from the door and runs the short distance to the house door and swings it open darkening the portal to his comfortable bungalow.  Standing before him, as if expecting him, was his wife, housecoat and tea in hand.  Stepping to her she motions to hand him his housecoat.  Brushing it aside he steps in and embraces her closely.  A hug like those between couples separated for weeks was shared with his head resting gently on top of hers.

    Suddenly the day did not seem so bad.
    ©thomasfhunter

  • no_heartpoet 220w

    Slipping

    My hand in slipping slowly away,from my love everyday, loved her dearly life's best,put a knife to her chest,two inches from her heart,my love and life went dark,my hand is on a steep ledge, hanging on from the end,pull myself out this whole,scoop her up her heart still whole,trade a life if she goes, take away the pain and woe,clammy hands slips away into the dark my body lay,endless days of darkness,I hope you live long God bless
    K.$
    ©koda_smith