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dj Jul 2012
I've been searching these deserts
I've been rummaging through my closet
I've been eating more than usual
I've been spontaneously bursting into laughter
I've been attentive
I've been regularly missing taking my anti-depressants
I've been crying hard all at once (expectedly)
I've been very extremely me

This is okay - this is okay
Thank you life
I'm okay.

I'm at this airport and it's like a chorus
The people go up the ramps
Fly away for 3 days like Horus
The returner's come home now
Waiting families embrace them with love
Jumbo jets zoom outside these giant windows
Visitors, excitedly saunter
Into this new and open place...

And this is okay
Thank you, thank you airport
I'm okay.
This will be my last update until I return from my vacation :) Fittingly.
To return to the past…a wish of a dying man.
Forever trapped by a love lost.
To turn back the hands of time is worth more than gold...
More precious than gems...
Trying to not looking down that path as best he can,
wishing, hoping, wanting, “at any cost!”
He shouts to the wind as his body grows old
and weary. He closes his eyes to not open again
but wait…
His ears they hear…
“Love…Oh my Love…Come back to me, my Love…”
These words will one day cross him and what he shall not do
is not hold her until the sunsets and the moon rises.
He won’t not kiss her lips as if they would disappear before him…
He won’t not love her until the end of time…
and when that time is placed before him…
He won’t not give all of his gold and gems…
to receive that time again.
Noel Billiter Mar 2018
I'm a blue Jean cowgirl
Heading for a place to rise
And somewhere out there in between you and I
On my way to little Skylake
I'm a dripping green on the dragon gate
That's where I left my silver Heartache
Big-time cash in honey, let the games begin
On a burgundy wine high
Boy time I zip my fly
I'm a Coca-Cola *****
I'm your blue-eyed death wish
I'm a Saturn returner
Who killed the Road Runner
I'm a blue Jean cowgirl yes who will be the one to save my anxiousness
Cause I'm going on a trip
And I'm taking my acoustic
Gained a bit of my soul on my way back
It was getting late miss placed that sad heart ache
Met a starlit ****** boy who sold his soul for a nice goodbye

— The End —