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 Mar 2016 Raindrops
Little Bear
I closed the door.
Falling to my knees,
head in my hands
and I wept.
I shook.
And I rocked.
And I wept.

The world fell silent,
and dark.
The blood seeped through my clothes.
Burning scarlet.

The arrows embedded so deep.
Deep into my flesh.
Piercing flesh and organs.
Each a death blow.
And I wept..

The arrows stood out from me,
proud and valiant.
Poison tipped.
Bringing about my demise.
And I wept..

And in this silent world,
the voices came.
And one by one
the arrows were taken from me.
Tearing skin from flesh,
flesh from bone.
And in my agony,
I wept..

The ground,
a pool of my blood.
Pouring carmine.

But the voices remained.
Whispering prayers.
Words to heal.
Songs of kindness and hope.
Lullabies of peace.

And in time,
there became a comforting stillness,
and a moment of light.
An ember.
Blew upon
with the breath of kind hearts.

And in that moment,
I had hope.
I felt loved.
And I will remain.

My wounds will heal.
My skin will be marred for all time.
But I will remain.
I will stand up and smile once more.
I will be happy for my time.

Opening the door,
to do battle once again.
Sometimes life kicks your ****.
But that's when you put on your happy face
and kick it's **** right back.
 Mar 2016 Raindrops
Little Bear
If you want to know
the way to my heart
give me books
not new books
give me old dog eared ragged tales
give me a portal to another world
where lovers love and poets dream
where your heart breaks
and is made anew
with every turn of the page

give me a stepping stone into paradise
were every sunset and sunrise
is written within a paragraph
making my eyes shine
with it's reflection through the page
let me be transported from this world
to another within my mind

give me books that tell tales of adventure
of victory and of courage
where hearts have been broken
and loved and lifted within it's pages
were tears have blurred the ink
and I add my own to their count

give me books that smell of sweet vanilla
and almonds
whose pages are yellowed with time
of centuries past

And I will cherish them
I will hold them to my chest
as if it were the only love I deserve
I will keep them safely under my pillow
and they will be as your love for me
a love that keeps me awake at night
as it helps me to sleep

give me books
and I will
love you forever.
 Mar 2016 Raindrops
Pixievic
Following breadcrumbs of hope down a zig zag path
Through the Forest of Destiny
Glimmers of wishful sunlight
Transform the ominous foliage
Painting castles in the sky
My fairytale writing its own chapters                                        
With every twist and turn
Watchful for Wolves
Who threaten to devour my optimism and **** my passion
Evil Queens who show me ripples of ugliness in a mirror
Held too close my face
Searching for the Prince who's kiss will
Awaken me from the nightmare and
Hold my hand as we walk forward
Towards Utopia
Everlasting in this fiction
I'm clinging onto aspirations of a better life
Dreaming in technicolor of
Another new beginning
Sailing in a pea - green boat through the perfect storm of these emotions
With a one way ticket through this looking glass

It's time to write

A Happy Ending!

(C) Pixievic
Positive thinking for my future!!
 Mar 2016 Raindrops
Little Bear
While I read I wonder..
When I close my book.. do you wait for me?
Do you wait for me to read then next line?
Does time stand still?

Do you wait for me?
Sitting upon your horses, waiting to go to battle?
Are you stood in silence or do you chat among yourselves
while I put the kettle on?
While I go to work or make tea?
Do you wait for me?

I narrate your story.
For me, while I read, you are real.
You fill my head and my heart.
My ears hear the horses charge.
I hear your war cry.
I hear the horns blow.
Your cries of pain and sorrow.
I can hear you..

I smell the turf under your feet.
The smoke in the wind.
I smell the blood of your enemies.
The acrid stench of the funeral pyre.
I can smell you..

I feel the sunrise warm my face.
I feel your anger, your joy.
I feel the sharp edge of your sword.
The heat from your skin..
I can feel you..

I run with you.
I ride with you.
I make camp and sleep under the stars with you.
I hunger and thirst with you.
I eat at your table.
And I will follow you.. where ever you lead.

But where do you go when I get tired?
Where do you go when I need to sleep?
Do you wait for me?

Or do you say..
"No!! not now! We go to battle!! We have no time to waste..
our enemy fast approaches!!!"

As I close the book and turn out the light.?
Love is inhaling deeply and losing the ability to exhale
Inhaling the small details
The moments
The feelings
Anything I could breathe on

Yet i couldnt exhale
Better yet i wouldnt
Because i was afraid
Afraid
Of losing you
Of the moments
Of the memories

Of your love


Inhale

With each attempt I make, it would leave a burning pang in my lungs
It slowly suffocated me as I breathe in the unwelcomed pain

Inhale inhale

It was an overdose of emotions
A rollercoaster ride
A greedy attempt

I was greedy
Greedy of your love
It tormented you each time i inhaled
Each time I inhaled more and more of you
Because it took away your humanity

Inhale inhale inhale

It made you afraid
Afraid that if you leave
I would suffocate
Lose myself
Die

But I forgot
I forgot that you needed to breathe too
That you also needed to inhale the same love I greedily took from you
I didnt realize that you struggled to breathe for love
Love that's supposed to be meant for two

Till you died

Inhale inhale inha...

It was difficult now
Inhaling didnt feel the same anymore
Instead of warmth and comfort
I felt grief and pain

Inhale inha...

Then
I realized that i was mistaken
I was mistaken of love
That love wasnt something i should selfishly claim as my own

So I tried to breathe again

Inha...

Exhale
 Mar 2016 Raindrops
Jocie
The sky
 Mar 2016 Raindrops
Jocie
The sky holds the stars at night and puts a brighter light against the water to hide those stars

The sun is that brighter light that wants these days to be filled with life

The clouds bring darkness, beautiful rain drops that fall from the sky and drip into the ground

The moon, a mystery, when brains splatter against pillows to function dreams and the craters on the moon gently kiss the foreheads of billions dead or alive for sweet dreams
When I haven't held your hand
Kissed your lips
But still yearn to be held in your arms

When I haven't slept a night without dreaming of you
Woken in the morning without thinking of you
But go through the day ignoring the thought of you so I don't breakdown in front of my peers

When my heart aches
When I cry myself to sleep
But convince myself the thought of you is worth the pain of not having you
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