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I wish I could go back in time and shake myself.

“Wake up!”

Wake up, to her freckles like starlight.
Wake up, to her smile like the rising sun.
Wake up, to her eyes like the blue sky.
Wake up, to her joy like the universe.

“Wake up!”

Wake up, to what is right in front of you.
Wake up, so beautifully alive and yours.

“Wake up!”

Wake up, before you break something that cannot be undone.
Now, when I wake up, I am alone.
 Jun 7 Dorothea Daisy
alia
I stared at the clock—
and it blinked.
Just once.
As if it knew I knew.

Time slipped sideways,
my breath turned slow,
and shadows whispered
where light should go.

Maybe I’m dreaming.
Maybe I’m not.
But the moment paused—
and the silence forgot.
 Jun 7 Dorothea Daisy
alia
I named the clouds just to feel known,
told secrets to a skipping stone.
The wind replied with riddles sweet—
I laughed, alone, on crowded streets.
 Jun 7 Dorothea Daisy
Skye
You
There's this person in my mind, I always knew I loved
A face I could not see, a voice I could not hear
Love is all I felt, my heart this person knew
A hand that fit in mine, as if it had been gloved
Love I finally found, since I met my dear
This person in my mind, and it was always you
If fate is a friend,
Then pain is too.
 Jun 7 Dorothea Daisy
1DNA
Laughter.                      
          
           Joy.                      

                 Gossip.        
    
Whispers.                                   ­   

                 Giggles.                                
                    
   ­                            Friends.
    
      Smiles.            
            
Love.       ­                               

Love.

No.
Include me.
Take me.

No.
Stop it.

No.
No.
no
Deliberately abstract:/
 Jun 7 Dorothea Daisy
kaya
you leaned over
your sleeve brushing mine.
the lanyard hung from your neck,
your shirt a little too neat.
   mine untucked;
      a little too messy.

red ink
   trailing
from your pen
to my paper,
marking it carefully.

it shifted
so i pressed my hand down,
close to yours,
close enough.

you kept writing.
i kept still.
we said nothing.
but the silence
felt full,
closer than touch.
 Jun 7 Dorothea Daisy
kaya
light dims,
slowly folding into shadow
as peace slips quietly away,
while i’m distracted
by the shadows
i shouldn’t follow.
 Jun 7 Dorothea Daisy
kaya
they picked the brightest flower;
not the one
wilted,
bent at the stem,
dull from too little sun.
i never expected it to be me—
but god,
i wanted it to be.
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