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Khidir Osman Mar 2012
Love comes from a place afar
where reason has retired
and the past has come to rest

where nothing reigns
and nothingness seeks itself

where the pain and sorrow is crushing
and the loneliness debilitating

where the years have no meaning
in and of themselves

where the souls of dead pets come to rest
and the pure of heart can window-shop

where good honest men are willingly led astray
and evil men can seek their demented inspiration from

where tyranny and jealousy are born
and sinners are drunkards are reborned every single night

where wholes come to be made empty

where humankind keeps its worst secret unguarded

where no one cares about the price of oil or gold

where the only weapons are emotions

where babies are taught how to smile

where currency is forgotten and an exchange rate is forbidden

where there are no walls or ceilings or bathroom tiles

where birds are known to fly in search of

where there is no address but the path back is never forgotten

if only i had known it all along
instead of trying to put back all the pieces..
only to have it broken again quietly
but gladly, somehow.
Ursula Wolf Apr 2020
Humid breeze fell
Hard upon
Us

From there I heard
How descended
She.

Sonorous footprints
rushing towards
Me

From there I knew,
That for her came
They,

Mass-hurtled inquirers.
Before long said
I:

'Cannot be taken
Her!'

Over crown-blasted blaze
rushed
I

To the moist
street;

Taking
The eyes of
Mine,

Flickered
The world against
Me.

Reached they for
In my arms laying
Wings.

Thereupon I felt,
the groundbreaking
Hiss,

Which,
From envying
Eyes,

Hurled out
Itself in
Disguise.

From there I knew
That hasten must
I

Behind circumference,
Under immensity,
Before evocation.

And then revealed
She

The wings for the
Stars.

Flashing eyes reborned
Life,
Plumes hurtled the
Ground,
Skin-flares illumed the
Sky,
Goldening-hair had
Confound.

And then ran
I
Just against
Me!
Tint Oct 2020
The spring in me has bloomed
and I felt it as it tears my storm
into branches of saddened thorns
another melody is now reborned
I often hear people say they have no friends when they do. You see I got no friends, I have one but that person was also my ex so I can't tell them a lot of things now. I literally got no other people to talk to. No choices, none. I've been to that stage where I would always write because no other people other than my family would talk to me. Nothing. And now it feels like that, be thankful of what you have. Be thankful for having people, just a few is okay atleast you're not as alone as me. They say it's alright to be alone it makes you stronger, but having no one my whole life, I know how it's not okay.  Being strong is one, but the feeling of having allies is another.
Soloy Mar 2023
The whole thing is gone. My whole person is lorn. When will I be reborned

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