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Stumbling upon the path I’ve been looking for,
With a quick look behind to see my friends and family.
They waved and started to take a different way.
I smiled and began to walk straight ahead,
Knowing that if I look back again everyone would be gone.

Lights showed up on the side of the road.
Cars driving by, making a highway.
All of this is silence even while noises come and leave
This is it, I thought and began to run.

Running made it all a field of grass.
Horses passing by me with a touch of the wind.
My hair following the breeze from the ocean.
Within the night all over the world.

Falling down in the sand.
Burying me from neck to toe,
Making it harder to get free.
Water began rising,
Crashing against me.

Within a second I hit the ground,
Choking up blood.
With pain to my back,
And light smell to my clothes.
A well known voice behind me.

I think it’s enough,
I’m by the end now.
I looked behind me,
With a dead look in my eyes.
As I saw her sitting in a pit of ashes.


I got up and ran into her arms.
I had been looking all over for her.
I felt happy that I found her.
I cried in her arms,
Finally we emerged as one whole soul.
She had been forgotten for a long time,
And She had finally giving up.
But then I came crashing down from above.
Making her heart almost stop.

I had been falling over the memories we had as one.
I came for her, and that only saved her.
We once were one person,
Until I changed and abandoned her.
But In the end I came,
and I ended the search of myself.
 Oct 2016 Purple Rain
Amrita
Vanilla
 Oct 2016 Purple Rain
Amrita
Adored you from afar,lacked the courage to talk to you.
For someone who claims to be so confident, you made me weak.
My only weakness, my Achilles heel,
Dearth of you would make me scream.
Scream out loud,loud, LOUD.
My mother told me love hurts but she never told me that it makes you breathless,
Gasping for breath as I realize that my love is not just my love,
My love is my reason, my reason to live.
My reason to live, you get me through the dark days.
The dark days turn to dark nights that terrify me,
You're my beacon of light, my lighthouse.
This ship lost its way and the captain has give up,
The sailors are missing and the waves are ruthless.
Ruthless, ruthless, I take the blows.
That's only because I fall back onto you.
My wall, my security blanket, my therapeutic ice cream.
If you were ice cream ,you'd be vanilla,
I'd be chocolate because chocolate is nothing without vanilla.
 Oct 2016 Purple Rain
ShowYouLove
I am a pencil in the hand of a writing God
I am the paint with which he colors the world
I am the voice he uses to sing his song
Praise and thanksgiving in daily living
Prayer to the God of this whole universe
He is the author creator healer
The spirit is moving can you feel her?
Composing a beautiful melody
When we come together it's plain to see
The one who created the heavens and earth
Gave up his life to show us our worth
The same one who made the mountains and seas
Lives in the hearts of you and me
He loves us so much calls us each by name
God first loved us so we might do the same
Build up the Kingdom of God and let his will be done
We are all his adopted children let your lives shine like the sun
 Oct 2016 Purple Rain
JP
CRY
 Oct 2016 Purple Rain
JP
CRY
Wiping tears
a sign of weakness
do not...
Let them dry
to make you powerful
 Oct 2016 Purple Rain
Doug Potter
I was never the type
of child that obeyed
much  of anything;
not even the many
times  I was told
not to stare into
the evening sun
when I felt
alone.
 Sep 2016 Purple Rain
Mike Hauser
why in the world would you choose to hate
when you have the choice of love
why would you give your soul away
at the cost of so much

why would you take for granted
the every day to day
when every single minute
comes from the second that you make

why not choose the goodness
in all of what you see
as you are your own eye witness
to all in life you need

why trade the best that's handed you
for what you do not know
why not take all the mistakes
and let each of them go

why would you not choose love
in this atmosphere of hate
when there can never be enough
in this world as of late
I found Loneliness dead

between two daisies

and suddenly the wind

pushed the whispers back

inside the soul

and I started to talk dandelions

to myself:

I love you...

Such a fluttering idea,

it's like eating white vitamins

from the Moon,

innocent population will think

that a Ghost ***** the sweet clover buds

and Shakespeare- this ambiguous God-

will write a new tragedy

soon.
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