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 Dec 2018 empty seas
Sarah Judith
sometimes
i refuse to
write poetry
because inspiration
only comes from
sad
times

this realization
makes me
even
sadder
it how life goes my dude. nothing we can do about it, my man.
 Dec 2018 empty seas
ashton
r.k.
 Dec 2018 empty seas
ashton
i spend my days craving your touch;
to feel your body against mine,
connecting on a level i've never experienced before.
when you smile, your dimples give me a sense of security,
and i'm overwhelmed with how much i would do for you;
how much i would give up to keep the smile on your face.
i yearn to be with you, to kiss you, to hold you.
and once i do, i'm never letting go.
for you, riley kennedy.
Words
Can't find the right ones
Essays
  Can't seem to write them selfs
Stress
   Bubbles over the will to work
Rain
   Smoothing out the ruff edges
Finished
   The next day is free to write what
Writes
        
  

                                     It




Self
Practice for essays today and tomorrow and I'm almost done even tho I wasted my class time
 Dec 2018 empty seas
august
strength
 Dec 2018 empty seas
august
my wings were an echo
of despair
now they rise in light
the world is mine
 Dec 2018 empty seas
mel
Love from a place of fufillment
never love to quench a lonely thirst
let your seams seep Self-alignment
from filling up your soul-needs first

externally so much noise can exist
but you have the power to quiet it
by making space for self-awareness
its expansion is your assignment

don’t let this world distract you
from the Worth that You Shine with
all that you ever seek for isn’t lost but
deep down inside—always it thrives
and like gravity, it keeps tugging
at your Soul to Arrive
 Dec 2018 empty seas
ashton
it's almost as if she were calling to me,
begging me to venture from the barren prairie
to the tantalizing surf,
to wholly submerge into her; to escape from my sorrows,
to inundate myself with the delicacy of her frigid surface.
i could hear her, muttering my name from across the meadow.
slowly, i was growing aware of how minute i had become,
standing in this immense field alone.
i felt the aching, and the longing for amity scrabble its way up my spine.
my legs begin to take strides, my entire body follows en suite.
my fingers shakily unbutton my blouse, tossing it somewhere within the paddock.
it was as if my body had a mind of its own, and was spellbound.
my boots are off before i can comprehend what is happening to me.
and suddenly, im unclothed,
my feet digging into the sand beneath me.
my ears ring as my brain swims and i can't focus;
all i hear are her exquisite murmurs, chanting my name
until it's no longer recognizable.
the ringing in my ears swells, roaring until my brain aches and my vision grows more and more white until im underwater,
covering my ears and screaming for the chaos to subside.
and it does. my **** body is submerged into her breathtaking sea.
never have i felt more at peace.
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