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 Nov 2015 Dndjdn
hfallahpour
Silence
 Nov 2015 Dndjdn
hfallahpour
Silence**
Silence
is a great language
but
such lexicon is very unlikely
for someone of your caliber
 Nov 2015 Dndjdn
aviisevil
here I am
 Nov 2015 Dndjdn
aviisevil
here I am
ugly and weak
old and rotten
forgotten in my sleep
dreams are just whispers
nothing more than lies
darkness of the world
hidden in closed eyes
sometimes I find my pain
sometimes I scream a name
night after night I mourn the same

here I am
breathing the cold
as I numb my skin
there's a fire raging within
ashes fill my veins
and tears kiss my lips
as I wither in the thought of you being in arms of his

here I am
like I have always been
and there you are
a beautiful dream
sometimes I drown
sometimes I remember
you were here once
now it's another November
before the dead of December
bring me back to life

here I am
walking in circles
and seeking in the mirrors
of what fades with time
disappearing with all that was mine
no reflection shows your face
soon there will be no trace
of the place that rests just beyond the pines

here I am
still holding on to the pieces
as they cut me and scare me
and as I bleed the last of my emptiness
you will never find me

here
I am
there
I was
lost.
Wrapped up tight,
held in your light.

Find me now, vaulting through these years of loving
that only you and I have ever known.

Only this brimming, milky
sweetness...

Beyond familiarity, you and me, tumbling
again through lifetimes of just knowing,
fully feeling, without ever calling.

Held in your light,
wrapped up tight.

Only our brimming, milky sweetness,
eyes closed, and minds wide open...

Wrapped up in your light,
held so tight, dear full moon,
my own cocoon.
©Elisa Maria Argiro
 Sep 2015 Dndjdn
vivianne
she is still living
just (barely) existing
because this book
is her only friend
and she doesn't know why
she's still trying
but she's still trying
and trying
and trying
and trying
but no matter
how hard she tries
her plans still cancel
she is always left alone
will she always be alone?
the title is from the book i write most of my poetry on before i put it here.
 Sep 2015 Dndjdn
Kobayashi Issa
At my daughter's grave, thirty days
after her death:

        Windy fall--
        these are the scarlet flowers
        she liked to pick.
 Aug 2015 Dndjdn
GaryFairy
you are so far away
in my heart, you're held closest
i speak to you every day
in my moments of hopeless

i feel you in my bones
in spirit, there's a closeness
someday i am coming home
you are my final focus
 Aug 2015 Dndjdn
GaryFairy
the angel of
the strangest love
wraps her feathery wings around me

the danger of
the strangled dove
delicate wings surround me
 Aug 2015 Dndjdn
GaryFairy
trapped
 Aug 2015 Dndjdn
GaryFairy
he had arms like a latch
he put her under lock and key
once he closed them, she was trapped
he will never set her free
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