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This moment.

Sunrise at dawn.
Wading into each others lives.
Togetherness and warm.

Picnics amidst the day.
If the world would just collapse.
This is where I'd stay.

Sunset giving into the stars.
Looking into you.
Along with Jupiter and Mars.

I know one thing for sure.

Where we are or what we do.
Its all irrelevant.
All I ever needed was you.
© All Rights Reserved Jack Thompson 2015
I like skies the most when you are in an open field
and the stars are out, you lay down in the grass

counting these beautiful lights and than suddenly you realize
you are breathing, you are alive, you are worth so much more
and that the world is beautiful even though you feel like crap

she always had this feeling, this girl was different
he always had this feeling, this boy was different

they both had broken pieces and feelings they couldn't place
but when they were together it all made sense, it was right

I have this dream to see the world
to escape from the city and follow the sun
I just want to be lost in more ways than one

and all I ever wanted was you to go with me on this adventure.
I really want to leave this place.
"Stop the car,"

I tell her

"I'll ******* walk home."

My hands find the dashboard to sturdy myself as she slams
on the brakes and starts screaming, but I'm gone already.
Tires shriek, gasoline burns, and exhaust fills my being as
she leaves, and I start off in the opposite direction.

Halfway through my trek I feel stones digging into my feet,
right at the spot where my souls meet body and I think:

I've got holes in my souls, hmm.

Then it gets stuck inside my mind like a chicken bone and
with each step I take I start chanting it, like a walking mantra.

Holes in my souls, holes in my souls, holes in my souls,
hole sin my souls, holesin mysouls, holesinmysouls,
holes-souls, holy-in-my-souly, holy-moly soulies...

...holes in my soul...
...my whole soul...
...holy souls...
...hmm...Ouch.

My concentration is then broken by a rock in my shoe and I think:

Wait...
*Where the **** am I going?
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