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Grace Jul 2023
prom where we dance and dream of time between the music
our lives are suspended
as the lights flicker
and the song
slows
28.06.23
Grace Jan 2024
this love,
or not so sure,
but something close,
naive, or pure

it is enough
to sustain me
into waiting for you,
until we

or I
am brave,
and the timing is just right.
Like a tidal wave,

I hope we will look
into each other's eyes,
and see the truth,
beyond the guise,

beyond just love,
meek or concentrated,
whatever.
it is just right.
Grace Jun 2021
It's sunny outside for the first time in a few days and I'm watching it while I type on my computer. Wasting the day. I'm tired of typing. I'm tired of being tired. I just want to be free.
Grace Jul 2024
death takes over us,
with a kiss to break this spell;
the longest lover.
I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream...

You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream
Grace Nov 2021
armor, stiff
a sword and skiff
black eyes
beard bathed in blood
and it's never enough

the thrill to ****
like ink and quill
both bleed and brim
and slice and trim

the knight
huzzah!
the pages yell
below the stages
with wooden weapons
and hungry eyes

he'll fight for queen
or country
or fun
he'll drag you down
throughout the town

his mother prays
his father's gone
his brother's train

the knight
he has no guilt left to cry
a quilt in the night
will muffle his fears
drowning in beers
until the kingdom falls,
a knight's knighthood calls!
Grace Aug 2023
ages fade into centuries, yet somehow it is written:
someone will remember us, I say,
even in another time...

Grace Dec 2023
I speak so loudly
and in anger but you do not hear me
because in anger
I will hold my thoughts like breath
hoping, needlessly
that you will see and hear
my wrath;

only away does it subside into the atmosphere
Grace Jan 2021
I read this thing, it said something like:
I thought I was falling in love with you but I was actually just falling for love.
How that relates to me is crazy.
I fell for love, the idea of love.
And according to Atticus,
"Ideas were dangerous things to fall for."
Loving love gets lonely when there isn't redamancy.
Grace Dec 2023
A breath held;
a mollusk in the sea,
its shell
so small and fragile,
overtaken
by the wild ocean in a great, swirling motion.

It will be empty now.
Grace Feb 2021
I like every phase;
I like every wane and wax.
The pale glow of a night sky lit by her.
Her mellow halo of sun and starlight,
reflecting back what is given to her.
Turning the harsh heat into light.
I so badly want the Moon to kiss me with her dim, delightful glow.
I am her daughter, after all
I admire her every phase, especially the night after the full moon. The Night After.
Grace Dec 2021
you are resilient to the tides of this sea;


there are shells in the sand, unshaped
unlike the stones smooth with ages of storm
Grace Jan 2024
The promise of more,
the ripening of fruit in the spring
the shore,
the succour the silence will bring
I'm yours,
like the bounty collected by kings,
the oars
will collide in the songs I will sing,
the chorus,
an echo, an ode, it will ring,
of course,
a madness to reach everything,
I'm sore
with the hope
and the promise of more.
Grace Oct 2023
I am unsure of who I am
and afraid of what I want

I love
I will try to better
Grace May 9
The pool's swirling
and the fish,
swimming in the dappled light,
have found me.
Grace Apr 23
Lapping idly,
bands swirling ankles with light:
weariless traveler.

-
Are you alive?
I touch you.
You quiver like a sea-fish.
I cover you with my net.
What are you, banded one?

Five short sentences that are The Pool by H.D., and my current obsession.

Saint Christopher, who is the patron saint of travelers and, legend has it, carried a child in disguise across a river -- somewhat like Atlas, with the world on his shoulders.
Grace Apr 2023
the wheel spins
the thread is spun
she takes a step
fate has begun
she has succumb
to her own thread
and when its cut
she will be dead
Grace May 15
Like beads of cloud,
you froth on my wading ankles.
Spilling your allure -- timeless and
unwilling -- onto lupins
in the drift of your splendid foam,

and salt gathers in the spritely dew of your tide.
Grace Sep 2021
Though she was illiterate,
her eyes closed and her mouth opened,
and from her lips sprang melodies that would easily appease Apollo.

Grace Jan 23
There's a spring in my mind, and we sit near it together
and there's a silence between us, charged with the memory of winter and summer and pelicans on the shore.
You close your eyes in prayer, but I keep mine open and watch you
in this eastern light, thanking someone.

The ocean, the lake, the water is lapping with the phrase
moments in time, and I hear you next to me.
We stare at this expanse and are next to one another. I don't have to look at you, to say a word,
just this moment is like a well in the earth, springing with fresh water from the dark, into my arms,
fulfilling me.
Grace May 2021
I'm the monster who made her question her ability to thrive -
and now look at her, struggling to survive.
Grace Dec 2021
I will see your name when looking at the stars
I will remember you by your smile
I will hear you in silence
and feel you alone
and miss you
but know that you will never be forgotten by me

because the things you've taught me
they have redirected me
you gave me a wisp of your being
and that is so ethereal to me
Grace Jan 2021
What is it you want?
Absent-mindedly pick them
to better decide.
"I love him, I love him not..."
Well, I love flowers so stay away from them.

Part 3 of my Her Haiku's collection.
Grace Jul 2024
Feet and toes dipped into throws of milky waves and morning haze

and pelicans on a tiny isle,
and houses staggered over cliffs

along the shore, and seagulls drift
and hours wane, our legs yearn

to stand, to stretch, and we are swift
beneath the day, I want to burn.
07.14.24
Grace Oct 2023
sisters so akin like skin and bone,
thoughts aligned,
words not shared
but known
arms that feel like home

love that never walks alone
Grace Oct 2022
I have waited for your winds
to catch up with my sails
I have waited for your harbor
to hold my ship
I have waited for your plank
to push me overboard
I have waited to fall
into the depths of this ocean
Grace Mar 2022
i love this quote:

the water sustains me without even trying
the water can't drown me, I'm done
with my dying

johnny flynn and laura marling
Grace Apr 2021
Love is always fire,
pretty or pretty destructive.

Hate is always ice,
forever or ever cold.

Sadness is always an abyss
salty water, sinking, drowning.

And you and I are magnets.
I hold you close and then you are untouchable yet attached.
Grace Mar 2024
do they know of the uproar,
the unrest,
the tirelessly shifting waves
of wind against the window?
So harsh, all through the day,
but it is a severity I can feel safe by,
watching the gusts and hearing the voices
while, in this alcove, everything is still.
Grace May 2021
I took a break on
trying. But tomorrow is
when I try again.
this is the future we were given - it's time we do something with our present
Grace Nov 2021
there are two sides of this moon -
one has always been cast in darkness,

and the other,
a mirror for the sun.

but she is ethereal, though she takes all light and dark

and she is steady, though the tides she turns are monstrous

and she is encompassing, for without her we would have been cast in our own shadows.

she is battered with asteroid collision, entrapped in this gravity,
protecting the mother that kills itself.
Grace Feb 2021
where are you, my thought?
I think of you often.
I remember you in the hallways,
see your smile in the empty chair beside me,
hear your laugh in this silent hot room.
my dear thought, where are your brown eyes and crooked smiles?
give me another thought please.
one where your voice responds to mine.
everything was perfect
all our words were worth it
Grace Apr 2021
Poem
Notes
Grace Nov 2021
my dowry is in the palm of my hand
and you cannot see it
but hold it and feel its worth.
Grace Jun 2021
how do i write something good to me,

something worth it?


something that holds me in that captured, raptured, fractured



memory?
Grace Jun 2021
Oliver danced
Olivia glanced
reflections were found
on the ground
by chance.
then again, today,
I heard Oliver say
"She was ever so kind -"
To be stuck in a mind...
This is random and fabulous lol
Grace Mar 2024
what is existence?
the mountain's life in mine is so very slow,
but even it sees the same, unending horizon as I do.
"built by design
to lose control"
Grace Sep 2021
i am living the days a prisoner lives where every moment feels the same and nothing is exciting.
i am locked up in a pretty scape of land
my dreams are made of sand
and castles crumble
and my own hands are numb
the brand of illusion.

dystopian
Grace Nov 2023
trails in the long grass,
woven in and out and through
what time does to you.
a sister adventure
Grace Apr 2021
The contemplation of suicide
might just about override
any other feelings you feel inside,
but please just wait, I promise you
there is another thing that you can do:
call out for help, even if right away
the answer is silent, right by the phone you'll stay.
And call and call and they'll come, you'll see,
but you do that, you hear, you promise me.
Don't overdose, don't pull the trigger
Even though it seems stress can't get any bigger,
if you call for help, it's not just your life you're saving,
you're helping all those who aren't saved by praying.
You matter, you're match is more than everything on Earth,
death is not going to validate your worth,
I will help you, try me any day,
because you matter, because it's going to be okay.
death won't validate your worth, you don't need validation, you matter already and I want you to see what a beautiful person you are. Try, trust me.
Grace Feb 28
I'll go out to the summer for you, friend,
lay amongst the wildflowers blowing in the sacred wind,
you like a lover oceans away. There's the building, though, where you
are sleeping, and the hearth burning on and on and on, keeping you.

I am restless without you. You are the air to my passion and I the breadth of your flame:

consume me, Helen. You know what I say beneath the ire for which I am named,

and I crumble into you on my final sleepless night. You held off death for months so we could be together one last time,

seeping into each other as you become a saint in midsummer
Jane Eyre (1847)
Grace Jul 2021
Fresh water and salt water,
do they ever mix and mingle?
Salt water sinks and the fresh water floats,
looking so strange in its segregation;
so dangerous to swim between.
I found out about this river somewhere. Strange and something?
Grace May 24
Splendid fronds: unfurl
from the wild, agrestal earth
and, unfurling, hurl
murmuring responses to the dashing surf

Bending, and then, bending, swirl
your silver to the emerald turf;
Hie to the towering tide, uncurl
your beads along the dew-soaked hearth

beneath the swelling, adamantine pearl
that beams its voice along the weathering earth.
"murmuring responses to the dashing surf"

unfurling ferns
Grace Nov 2021
yes, I am unlimited;
like a record
doomed to replay
its brokenness
forever.

I will not break,
I am the friction of fire
and ropes tethered to cement
and anchors shattering coral.

I am unlimited
unlimited
with limited time
and limited self.

but yes, i am unlimited -
Grace Jan 2024
the river never met the shore,
though knew it in a dream.
    
     the ocean never knew the moon -
     love based on tenuous beams.

perhaps the lesson here: implore!
on all those things that you adore.
Grace Aug 2023
darling,

I don't know when the next night beside the water,
sleeping quietly,
waking up to white, waveless mornings
will be
Grace Apr 2021
Short and sweet,
it's what I eat.

Maybe I miss
the long things written
but with the short and sweet
I am smitten.
Grace May 2021
rosemary and romeo begin with a letter
Grace May 2021
how do people survive
when society kills their souls and culture?
how do people get away with torture?
how do you -
how do you move on when
things just stay the same?
horrific, deranged, completely wrong things happen -
have happened, are happening,
you know why?
me neither.
there is nothing you can do, say, give,
to make it go away.
what would you want if someone took your child? you'd want your child back.
I know this isn't much,
but i'm sorry.
if anyone is offended or anything i will get rid of it right away - I hope i didn't offend anybody by doing this but I 100% understand if i do.
This was about the residential schools and recent discoveries. I know everyone who suffered from these deserves way more than an apology, they deserve their life back, their culture, their children, their pride of who they are. I hope to be way more aware of how effected people are by the oppression of society and how terrible Indigenous people were/are treated. I feel so ashamed for what the past has done and so horrified that people got away with it, so horrified that so so so many people were effected and are effected and are suffering the consequences while we do nothing. This is genocide and I am so so so sorry for being unaware of how racist and rude this society is. I know this is nothing, that it doesn't give you back what you deserve and you deserve the world. Once again, I don't mean to offend anyone but if I do or you want me to remove this post I absolutely will.

You are so strong, hold so much worth to this world, you belong, you matter.
Grace Feb 2021
Amour,
the sun in your cavern eyes
which in the light
faint into demise

of all you hide
burdens and bones
heavy secrets
thoughts of stone

and when sunshine
hits your hazel windows
the sleepless nights
swim like lost minnows

in depths of water
silk, smooth, and storm
sirens singing
sinking in swarms

of butterflies
from rays of sun
though in your eyes
the rays are shunned

the great abyss
of secrets kept
glow no more than opaque gems of amber
for when the moon shines
those same secrets shine translucent shrines
of spilling syrup.

and only to the moonlight
do those hazel depths respond.
us
Grace Nov 2022
us
we dance
a duet
never touching
but in synchronous
we stir
we are strings
we splay
music never ending
thrumming so close
do we sing
the same notes
do we dance
to the same tune
is it just me
or me and you
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