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When your embrace envelopes me,
I'm forever within your protection.
And there is no place I'd rather be
than between your arms of affection.

The bluebird buried inside my heart
flutters whenever you surround.
And through your sweet sincerity,
it forever sings Freedom's sound.
Inspired my favorite poem of Charles Bukowski.
And my bluebird is now a lovebird, thanks to a special someone.
If I loved you anymore,
my heart would swell
and turn into a circle.

And judging by the way
you make me feel,
it's only a matter of time,
and I really don't mind.
Can't take full credit for this one, but I just couldn't resist sharing.
My heart is a circle, because of a special someone.
We met in coincidences—
Once in angst staring at the moon
Twice in silence glaring at the sun
Thrice under colored skies pretending not to watch.

Each time,
the universe held its breath.
Each time,
we let go too soon.

There were years between our names.
Other hands. Other homes.
Hearts that tried to forget
what never really left.

But I’ve learned—
what isn’t meant for you
will fight to leave.
And what is
will find its way back,
no map,
no warning,
just a pull.

So even if we part again,
even if time forgets our faces—
I’ll know:

'You are the return.
You are the thing that stays.
'
Indefinitely


Erennwrites
We met in a bar
had a few drinks 
did it in my car.

Just casual ***, 
all it was meant to be.

but somehow it felt like something more to me.

Her name was April, 
it was an evening in May,
now it's mid September 
and in my mind she still stays.

I visit that bar every night,
hoping she'll be there,
hoping I might, get a chance to see her.

To make things right,
to resolve these conflicts
I have in my mind.
To tell her I felt something,
can we try one more time?

To tell her it didn't feel casual to me.

But apparently, 
It did to her.

I wonder how often casual ***
is really casual?
Liberty is about to
slash her wrists &
good riddance too.

Addiction to greed
an obese evil *****
Dr Bob had no cure.

$hamerica: you are
a land of the flea &
a home of the slave.

Our entire world will
rejoice @ the demise
& take Isreal with you.
Keep her safe—
from the rusted jaws of silence
dressed with politeness
from hands that reach without asking
and words that leave bruises
no one sees.

Keep her safe—
not with locking doors
but with hall passes
to break the ones
that keep her voice out.

Teach her to scream in full sentences—
to laugh without apology
to name the sky hers
and leave it alone.

Tell her the world is not a game
she has to lose to be loved—
that skirts are not contracts
that fear should never be
part of her dress code.

Keep her safe—
not because she is fragile
but because she is fire—
that fierce when caged
burns everything down.

Let her rise without warning
or need of permission—
like a blade not begging for forgiveness
and when she walks
let the ground learn her name
and shatter—

Keep her safe—
not small
not silent—
safe
and everything
else
she wants
to follow.
Dedicated to the daughters of Hello Poetry
 Apr 13 Fallen Angel
rick
a dog pees on a tree,
so what, that’s average.

a baby has spaghetti
around its mouth,
pfft, that’s basic.

a woman living below you
beats on the ceiling with
a broomstick and tells
you to “keep it down!”
big deal, that’s common.

pulling your member
out of your pants and
stroking it violently
with excitement,

hey, that’s just everyday living.

but, seeing you sitting there
on that park bench,
one leg crossed over the other,
with your dog
and your book
and your sunglasses
while tears of joy stream
down your face
after something you
just read

well now…

you
don’t
see
that
everyday.
 Apr 13 Fallen Angel
Erenn
It begins with a hush—
the kind that fills your chest,
right before the sky remembers
how to open its heart.

And then it starts—
light breaking through darkness
with no warning, no mercy.
It’s beautiful,
almost unbearably so.
You look up,
and for a second
you forget the silence
that comes after.

I held your hand once
beneath that color sky.
We didn’t speak.
There are no words
that can touch what it feels like
to watch something so eminent
already beginning to end.

That was us

All color,
all chaos,
flashes of everything we wanted to be
and knew we couldn’t hold.

You laughed,
and it cracked something in me.
Not because it wasn’t real—
but because it was.
'Real things don’t last
the way we want them to
'

And still,
if I close my eyes—
I swear I can feel the heat
on my face,
like you never left.
Like we are still
watching the skies collide in pastel neons
Like the ending
was always worth
the wonder.

We loved like fireworks.
Loud.
Bright.
Gone.



Erennwrites

— The End —