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 Jun 2016 Pea
Sara Teasdale
I must have passed the crest a while ago
And now I am going down —
Strange to have crossed the crest and not to know,
But the brambles were always catching the hem of my gown.

All the morning I thought how proud I should be
To stand there straight as a queen,
Wrapped in the wind and the sun with the world under me —
But the air was dull, there was little I could have seen.

It was nearly level along the beaten track
And the brambles caught in my gown —
But it’s no use now to think of turning back,
The rest of the way will be only going down.
 Jun 2016 Pea
Tin Ferrer
I was There
 Jun 2016 Pea
Tin Ferrer
I was there.
Every time you need me, I was there.
When your world seems to fall down, I was there.
When you need a shoulder to cry on, I was there.
When you lost your sense of control, I was there.
When you got nothing left to do, I was there.

I was always there for you.
But just like Thinkerbell who always with Peter pan,
Still, he chose Wendy.

And you chose her.
 Jun 2016 Pea
Tark Wain
You Used to Love Me
Shouldn't that mean something
How can you look at me like I'm nothing
Like I'm a leftover
of a meal you never ordered
like I'm the fifth leaf
of your four leafed clover
The one you wish you could forget

You Used to Love Me
I know you did
You told me
I was the peanut butter
you were the jelly
you would lay on my belly
and tell me anything you wanted
because I was everything you wanted

You Used to Love Me
so why do I find it so hard to talk to you
I used to tell you everything
now I doubt I could tell you the time of day
you look through me
not at me
What am I to you now?
A walking memory?

You Used to Love Me
Sometimes I think
This is going to be hard for me to say
but
Sometimes I think the past is as fabricated
as our predicted futures
We can rewrite narratives as we see fit
to fit the story as it unfolds

You Used to Love Me
I say it over and over again
constantly unsure if I am lying to myself
maybe each lie
is another knot in the bow
I use to wrap up our time together
You Used to Love Me

I think
 Jun 2016 Pea
King Panda
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 Jun 2016 Pea
King Panda
my brain is a magnet
attracting itself to you
and my heart is a wrench
fixing the toilet
these incantations to raise
you up
these words to make you holy
have me on my knees
with the ****-mucked tiles
but I wouldn’t change
any of it
no
I’d do anything for you
my soul will split
at the rack before
I ever mutter a word
love
how dare I!
I thought I was better
I thought I could look
without touching
speak without breathing
feel without loving
disaster
fortuitous
storm of color
spray me red
splay me naked
for the world to see
my fingers are inspired
to write a friend
in history
in my heart
forever
 Jun 2016 Pea
JDK
Desert Tree
 Jun 2016 Pea
JDK
What's a beautiful piece of shade like you doing in a wasteland such as this?
I wish I'd've found you sooner.
Would you mind if I rested here awhile?
Me legs are tired from desert travel.

I saw you from a distance,
but I wasn't convinced that you weren't just some phantasmal image.
You know, like a mirage?
Lemme tell you:
I'm so glad that you're not.

Thanks for the respite
and the breath of fresh air,
but my search isn't over
and my fate is out there.
"Parting is such sweet sorrow . . . "
- some *******
 Jun 2016 Pea
King Panda
rest
 Jun 2016 Pea
King Panda
we are here
my shoulders grow weary
let’s save
love making
for the moon
 Jun 2016 Pea
Akemi
black water
 Jun 2016 Pea
Akemi
a blossom
smoke to the ceiling
pieces of skull
everyone should just collapse
run their emptiness into the soil
choke on asphalt

they found a girl whilst trawling the seabed
plastic wrapped round her neck so tightly it tore off her head when they tried to remove it

sometimes oil flows out of our taps and we bathe in death

nobody questions it
nobody questions anything.
11:44am, June 19th 2016

Three men ***** a twelve year old girl in Canada and the judge blamed her for it.

This world is ******* disgusting.

Everyone stands around talking about global warming, inequality, systemic racism, ****** violence, imperialism, then we go on with our stupid lives, imbibing media that perpetuates these discourses because hah ******* hah oppression is such a joke, let's all laugh at **** and race-based ******. We purchase goods produced in countries crippled through both military and economic impositions, where the workers commit suicide daily because of how ******* **** their lives are. We pour detergent down the drains because clean dishes are more important than the entire ocean's ecosystem. We place our lives in the hands of authority figures, trusting them to sort things out, when across historical time, it's been those in power who've been the most resistant towards change. Oh, because we don't have time to get involved, because politics is boring, because life is hard enough as it is.

We are privileged as ****, and we are all complicit in the suffering of others.
 Jun 2016 Pea
King Panda
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 Jun 2016 Pea
King Panda
the artistry in you
snapping bubbles
through your hair
resting feather
the coop
the hibernation
every bit of your work
a statement of
beast and sacrifice
sweet mother
holy sister
undying scientist
like windows
like soil
in which life grows
good earth
good prairie
miles and miles of you
swaying in the wind
inculcated within me
this immortal passion
to watch you sprout life
to watch you work
to watch you love
a blissful void
a simple kiss
a wonderful purple
this incomprehensible galaxy
makes sense
when I see your eyes
scanning billions of blades
of grass
when I witness the tortuous
beauty
of your smile
when I hear you
read your poetry
it’s the gift of nature
unprecedented
unexpected
un-censored
unlike anything I’ve ever
experienced
your love
Jessica
your love
is ineffable
 Jun 2016 Pea
Tark Wain
I am not Me
 Jun 2016 Pea
Tark Wain
I am not me
I am a tapestry of the things I've seen
I am a poorly rendered image
of the reflection of my past

I am everyone I've ever met
rolled into a pie crust
beaten into bread crumbs
and ground into a saw dust

I am not me
I'm a victim of society
a bystander to my own reality
I look in the mirror and nothing I see

What does it mean to exist?
is it to only ask that question?
perhaps to ponder ones existence
is proof enough of existence
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