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 Jun 2018 hannashe
Cam
I stumble out of the bar
where the white flakes consume my shoulders and clean my shoes
I should be cold and yet I am warmed
Maybe the alcohol, more so a feeling
And I walk and I walk and I walk
While my friends wait and still I walk
Everything around me is still
Still except for the somber snow that
falls, melting towards the ground
So softly, and yet with such intention
As if it feels the need to cover-and it does everything.
The bench and sidewalk and my
eyelashes and the knee of
my ripped jeans.
I look up at the empty sky
which seems to hold such nothingness
yet which contains everything
I think it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen
and it belongs to me.
For as my cheeks flush and my fingers chill
It is only me and the floating
reflecting ***** of light that
never seem to reach the ground.
They glint off of the lampposts
and the never changing streetlights.
I lie on the ground and feel
the world spin around and around
and I think of what I would say if
someone was around but only silence will do.
For in a place-- in a world-- where everyone
flocks and hurries and shuttles around,
I have no place to be--
no bed could give me more comfort
no boy could give me more love
no person could give me more attention
Among the streets covered in glass
I walk for hours to realize I’ve been gone for minutes
I could stop here and lie and stare and freeze without knowing and die
with the snow that hits the pavement and melts away
But I continue, where I want to yell to everyone who will listen
to come out and lick the sky
and lie on the cold earth
and make angels out of their mortal bodies
But no one is listening bar my beating heart
And when I enter the heat
and my feet turn into puddles
and my hair becomes damp
all I can do is gaze out the window and imagine
I was alone in the cold wandering home.
when they come to me in a dream
(offering promises of carnal delight)
“you and me
we should probably just let it be”
I agree
but it shouldn’t feel
this good
this fine
this free
just to be with you
even in a figment of my imagination
and then I said
“I have to go“
feeling the absence
slowly seep
as I ascend
a rocky stair
without turning back
certain you are still there
 Jun 2018 hannashe
Maggie Sorbie
My daughter
bathed my feet
in the nice cool water
A big yellow and green dragonfly
flew by
Should the waterfall come down, we will seize the moment in a fortified barricade
Got my pistol and the ammunition, prepared to back those threats
Fret not as i pour another glass to raise a toast for the honor of mankind, for everything alive
You thrived to see what i couldn't but in the progress lost what you had and nothing was accomplished
Thought you'd polish your skills, get closer to fulfilling your goals
You know, life's not as easy, even with all the resources, chances are it's not enough
Being open minded led to demise because now we realize how knowledge and ambition never been so restricted for the open public
They're like a herd following a higher status, yet they dismiss the religion as if being part of that cult was their decicion
Let me laugh, let me show you the golden ******* in a full moonlight, glimmering with hope for generations to come
Doesn't prevent us from doing wrong, not anyone can be a strong individual
Perpetrators come and go but how long will this all go on, bombarded with the atrocious, can never be cautious, friends and family mean nothing when it comes to money
Honey please, listen to me when i say it isn't worth it, take the ******* pill
I'm not swearing, i call it caring but you're tearing me apart
He's a man of glory yet there's a problem but don't bother, he won't change, nothing ever changes about him, he's doing it on a whim, he against the world
And you can't stop him.
 Jun 2018 hannashe
forestfaith
Shot Guns.
Lives gone.
Touched.
Trust is gone.
Verbal swords,
love gone.
We are not safe anymore.
Hard to trust.
Hard to feel safe.
Hard to feel quiet, at peace, when minds are feeling unsafe.
Hearts tensed up.
We can't even walk into the place we love without feeling afraid.
Just trust in God in these times.
He would guide and keep you,
all the days of your life...
all the time...
Shooting her and there, accidents here and there, people molested ***** even by their "trusted" ones. All around the news. Hardly any sense of safety or love or peace or joy anymore. All these are making people cold...
 Jun 2018 hannashe
No one
Memories
 Jun 2018 hannashe
No one
The middle of the night.
I feel as though I am dead,
But the darkness is not.

It whispers the memories of you,
The slight shadows on the walls
A reminder of our former glory.

The inky sky reminding me
How it feels to be another star
In a collection of millions.
The night has never seemed so dark.
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