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My mind, body, and soul feel sophrosyne.
Finally.
A boy barely noticeable
like gum underneath a table
and a girl everyone knew
her biggest fear being dying too soon
their relationship was unreal.

Other than a few hello's here and there
the boy stood in the background like a stuffed teddy bear
but the boy felt things
had dreams
telling him these feelings were not mere.

On one stormy night
the boy stepped into the light
saving the girl from her biggest fear
encouraging a love so dear
leaving nothing but that night
as a memory to
*hold on tight
This is my first poem. I know it ***** so yah.
:p
A penance of fruit flies
races me to the lug of peaches.
where steaming jars wait for
the suppers of a winter not yet
more than a vague chill
beneath a sweater left unbuttoned.
A short poem that came to mind when I thought back to my days of canning.
it was nothing more than a silly game
and maybe that's all it ever was
emotions over ride all else
I wish I had known before
that trusting you would hurt
I hardly knew you
I thought i did
but it was
all a
lie...
She is trapped in her head filled with dreams and nightmares.
Sometimes she falls into a deep despair.
A life of happiness is what she craves;
Before she’s dug beneath her grave.
What was once a reality is now in the pass;
Yet it still suffocates her like a thick toxic gas.
She screams out in silence for her Utopia.
Hoping to escape all her phobias
Her dreams held so much potential.
But her nightmares were more confrontational
If only she knew what she was capable of
Maybe she would be able to fly up above
Up above all her nightmares
And conqueror all her fears
But instead she’s drowning
Drowning in tears.
I heard you today,
Little heart beat
safe beneath.

How do some make a trash bag of a creature so innocently?

To suckle
and feed you off
so dangerously.

You fresh leaf,
“life long” responsibilities scares Them
so their priorities must recede

But you are no mess,
sweetie
Come hold onto me
You angel,
born from angry breaths

I’ll swaddle you
from Night and Day until it’s sunrise and sunset

Tuck a blanket under your baby face

I am Your Mother, whether DNA
may or may not say

I am Your Mother, with me you lay
#love   #sad   #sweet   #maternal
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