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 Apr 2018 Red
Yitkbel
The Ritual
 Apr 2018 Red
Yitkbel
The Ritual
By: Yue **** Yitkbel
Friday, July 17, 2015
I gently slit open the front zippers
Of the charcoal stained book bag
And reached in with the precision of a surgeon
Taking out an army green box
The heart of this unrequited tale:

The box squealed a pointless yelp
But, as always, I never responded
And, so I proceed
Taking out the red blue Murano quill

It was never yours, and always mine
But through these regretful years
I always kept it dear
It was the last
Token of our silently syncing heartbeat
Now slowly failing over time
Then, here and there
Alive once again, catching me by surprise.

I touch along its length
Like a dear old friend
Like a familiar and faithful patient
Check his health, wish it well, and
Send him back to his paper home

Like a ritual
I turn it around
And stealthily place it back upside down
For, that is how I remember her
The back of her hair, the back of her coat, the back of her heels
Standing stoically and unmoved
Against the curtain of the Venetian Rain
 Mar 2018 Red
vanessa ann
flatten your tongue
slip it between your teeth

n.

your little lips
forming an elipsis

o.

put them together
and may you declare
a word you’d so carefully deny—
no.

you spell it out
on table tops
shout it
from the rooftops

and when cursed hands
seek to defile your shrine
may you exclaim
"i am mine"
for my precious friends with hearts too soft to say no. may you be a little more selfish.
 Mar 2018 Red
trinity
suddenly
 Mar 2018 Red
trinity
i finally remembered what it was
to feel happy and content
instead of just "not sad"
the sun comes around more often
sticks around longer
it paints my world in colors more beautiful
than those it gives the sky because suddenly,
when my friends laugh , i can too
and i am loud again
and instead of walking, i skip
suddenly, instead of dreading the day,
i wake up to moments full of potential
and i worry less about every single thing i do
suddenly, being with people
is as invigorating as it used to be
once upon a time ago.
of course, the rain will come again
and the sun will leave with summer
and it is then, especially, that i will hurt again
but suddenly, i have hope.
story time! i've suffered from depression, and more recently, anxiety on and off for a few years. my parents can't afford to get an official diagnosis done, but in looking at my symptoms and consulting others, i think i may have seasonal affective disorder (or s.a.d.). of course, it's technically a self-diagnosis and i hate to be "that person", but this is just how i've been feeling the past few days as spring rolls around so i thought i'd explain about s.a.d. for some clarity.
 Mar 2018 Red
Nyx
Hate
 Mar 2018 Red
Nyx

Hate

Such a powerful word
Leaves a bad taste in your mouth
Something you want to spit out

A burning passion
That ignites your soul
Consuming your mind
Its like a blackhole

There's a reason for everything
Or so we say
But feelings for somebody
Can change in just a day

The fateful time
when you discover their lies
All the tiny little things
You simply let slip by

It hurts to learn
That people arent what they seem
All the ******* up things
You have come to believe

The stone hard truth
Hits you in the face
It's cold and numbing
You feel like a disgrace

Pain and hurt
Morphed into a hate
Rage and anger
He's no longer your mate

Once a friend
Now turned a foe
You want revenge
Your hatred unknown

In silence you wait
As it bubbles away
Invading your mind
Thinking how dare they

Wanting to hurt them
And cause pain
To let them know
That you felt the same

Blinding yourself
Unaware of your actions
Your out of control
Not an ounce of compassion

Hatred binds you
Encasing your soul
An eye for an eye
But will you allow yourself to sink that low?

Hate
Such a powerful word.
Found out that one of my good friends, Has lied to me and hurt so many people, and I've learnt so much that I cant stand it anymore. How could I have been so blind for so long
 Mar 2018 Red
Cné
Sea of Blue
 Mar 2018 Red
Cné

The cycle of the seasons
once again presents a change.
Greens and blues are now the colors,
as the scene has rearranged.

Crepe Myrtles shed their blossoms
in blizzard, pinks and reds,
And bulbs with care once planted
now emerge from flower beds.

I walk upon a sea of blue
that waves with every breeze.
Bluebonnets on the Texas plains,
a view that's sure to please.

They ripple with the grass
in tempo with the wind.
How lovely to just sway and hear
the message that they send.

It seems as though the world awakens,
stretching with a yawn.
As luscious grass emerges
from the brown muck on my lawn.

Bluebonnets are the official state flower of Texas. The shape of the petals on the flower resembles the bonnet worn by pioneer women to shield them from the sun. Their blooms only last a couple of weeks.

As an extension of Lady Bird Johnson's efforts at highway beautification, she encouraged the planting of these native plants along Texas highways and are now a common sight in the springtime. This time of year, driving along the highways all over the great state of Texas, you will find, car loads of families pulled over to use the sea of blue as back drops for family photos.
 Mar 2018 Red
Nyx
Party
 Mar 2018 Red
Nyx
Parties are a time to just let go

Put on your heels and just go with the flow

Let the darkness of the night, consume your identity

And let the alcoholic beverages bring you to pure ecstasy

A night of pure bliss filled with drunk teens and friends

Let the beat of the music take you further then you have ever been

Pretend you are different, you can do anything you want

Cause with enough alcohol
There is no need to put up a front

Forget all the consequences that the morning brings

Because for a single night
You are the king

Spread open your wings and soar to the sky

And for a fleeting moment you can forget about your life
Went to a party last night, and I just let go it was so good.
 Mar 2018 Red
Nyx
Too Sober
 Mar 2018 Red
Nyx

Wandering outside
The fresh air caresses my skin
Music blaring from the shed
The celebration in full swing

Intoxicated teens dancing about
TONIGHT WE ARE YOUNG
You can hear them all shout

Roaming towards the bonfire
The flames dimly glow
I sit down quietly
Completely on my own

Warm arms wrap around me
Enclosed from both sides
who could this be?
I feel a calming vibe

I recognise his voice
Musky and deep
He whispers sweet nothings
My heart skips a beat

He speaks with a hushed tone
Lips brushing against my neck
Each word that is spoken
I've got to keep myself in check

The coarse stubble of his chin
Sends shivers down my spine
As the words become kisses
I wanted him to be mine

Holding myself back
As I wanted to kiss him right there
I couldn't betray my friend
And he began to stare

Exchanging a few more words
We spoke softly with each other
Trapped in his embrace
My cheeks filled with colour

Contentment fell over us
As we sat in peaceful silence
You Deserve at least this
He said, with a tender kiss

Dancing away the night
Still thinking about that kiss
We were both far too sober
To be making mistakes such as this.
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