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 Jul 2014 Don Akasha
Caitie
and even when she knew she had nothing
you still shone the brightest light
on all hope for happiness.
she knew she had you
which was the only stable thing in her life
and she took it and ran
because she knew how it would treat her.
forever grateful will she be
knowing you are there
and can nothing stand between
the gratuity and love she will pay to you
for your upmost warmth and loyalty.
 Jul 2014 Don Akasha
Caitie
You think you've taken your last breath;
you hope.
but your blood flows more violently than ever
and your heart gives no remorse for its endurance.
miles away from your destination-
home you call it
you drop to the ground below you.
the pills wont help you this time.
you're face swells in distress.
"I have no time to dwell"
you panic.
but you have all the time in the world
everything has stopped moving
and youre alone once again-
a feeling you're familiar with
but vague memories of this place
make you weary,
make you want to run.
The only thing that's racing is your mind
and it wont rest,
it wont take a second
to recuperate- it knows it cant.
and all the pains shooting through your body
come from no where
no injury done, but fatal feelings
stroke your skin
and bury themselves in your heart.
there is no other need to be here
than to see others point their finger
in direction of your failure.
how much more
can your collarbones sink in
before you realize
the disheveled nature of your skeleton?
just let it go
let it evaporate
right out of your skull;
and let it take the demons that haunt you
let it erase all negative being.
and reminisce of the times you were brain dead,
when not a soul was cared for
and feelings were for the weak.
and let that take over you.
hurt your mind more than it will hurt you.
 Jul 2014 Don Akasha
Ellen Bee
Six years old and we thought we knew
How it would all turn out
But Prince Charming doesn't
Go through hell to find us
He doesn't love us more
Because we're not completely human
The beasts don't transform
Just because we love them
One kiss doesn't awaken us
We're never rescued from the Gustavs
The Jafars
Or the wicked witches
And there are never any happily ever afters
So many opportunities were ignored I wish I could rewind. Lyrics that provoke thoughts from the subliminal mind, there's minimal time to realize the hurt in our eyes. Ignorance and truth is even seen by the blind. We the people need to stick together to reminisce this unearthly demise, and in time you'll realize the pain will subside. As you sit confused and dazed in this amazing world beneath the stars we gaze, grasp every opportunity dont let it slip or fade. Face your problems there not just something you evade. Dont hide and run away because if you do, down to rest is where your soul will lay. Grasp every opportunity dont let it slip or fade.
-The Prospect
 Jun 2014 Don Akasha
Caitie
I remember when you told me
you'd always
be there and comfort me.
regardless of words
actions always spoke louder
and it was apparent
that your hormonal needs
were far more important
than my emotional needs.
do you realize that broke us?
everything that we stood for
diminished the moment you said
"I love you"
because naivety and suppleness
took over my body
like a demon
and told me to be sure of the words
we spoke to eachother.
little did we know, it broke us
and I'm glad.
because it was all a lie
and all you wanted was intimate "love"
that I refused to give you.
 Jun 2014 Don Akasha
Caitie
white feathered birds-
trees high, mountain tops.
sun sets on the west coast,
and pottery barns filled
with colorful mugs.
paintings with a story
that line the walls of diners-
puffs of a cigarette
on your front porch in summer.
little wonders of life
and questions of common actions.
beautiful questions
asked by the smartest of folk.
because there is nothing
we know all about.

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ground poles put
in front of boundaries
and cruel discussions
between man and woman.
golden manes
and good haircuts-
coffee on a Saturday morning.
green grass grown
full and rich
and daisies bloomed in the winter.

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reminders of what we all dream for
and what we shoot for.
looking in the future
and loving your current self
breathing techniques
due to anxiety-
calm yourself
be free
and love all you contain
 Jun 2014 Don Akasha
Shruti Atri
my phone beeped
in an almost deserted train compartment.
my boss,
'where have you reached?'
I sighed and replied,
'should reach in 5'
(would reach in 20)
same old dance
to the tune of corporate slavery.

a sharp sound,
I looked up.
the sound dissolved
into a fit of giggles.

a group of kids
playing around, teasing,
their mother close by;
a hawker, selling trinkets in the train.

it looked so natural.
a working mum
looking after her kids while on the job
(doesn't work that way does it?
guess they didn't have anywhere safe
without her)

I couldn't look away.

it was such a sight...
torn, tattered clothes
dirt and mud all over
and those innocent giggles;
it didn't add up.

I was tired, aching,
infatuating about sleep;
feet bleeding in killer heels,
rushing around without purpose,
forced into an exploitative overtime job
by myself; frustrated,
trying to keep up with society.

the little family
calm, collected;
torn, tattered smiles held with grace,
facing their exploitative poverty
with innocent mischief and honest labour.

confused,
I had a thought:
that's the life they've known,
this is the life I've known.
we fit in our lives...
differently?

no...
we fit in different lives in the same way.
I struggle she struggles,
we both have good bad days.

I didn't realize I was smiling
till she smiled back.

I bought something
and got off at the next stop,
wishing she has more good days than bad
and the kids keep their giggles
a little longer than they can..
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