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 Jul 2018 Rimea
Cyrus
Drowning
 Jul 2018 Rimea
Cyrus
I hold my breath and close my eyes
As the water around me begins to rise
I brace for impact, a blow which never comes
Only the cold water to which I succumb
Washed away by a current from my promised land
I see all around me, opened hands
I claw and scratch
Tear and wound
But my fingers just happen slip right through
I sink deeper and deeper into a world a-new
And the gentle whispers which slowly consume
I don't want to open my eyes
No no no
My heart and mind tell me so
The sharks circle my feet with rusted teeth
I must escape so I ****** and heave
I reach the surface, and bob up and down
My oh my, I almost drowned
Constructive critism is welcomed
 Jul 2018 Rimea
Anonymous Freak
You've seen these sights
Through my poetry,
My romanticized words.
Now look at them with your own eyes
Scrutinize
My rose colored glasses.

You've unwrapped my body
In all it's flawed glory,
I've let you into my very skin,
You breathe with me
As you stroke my hair.
You've seen through my words
Like a blind man
Feeling out the world.
And here we are,
Here we are,
I hope I don't disappoint you,
You see I love beauty,
And I love to describe it,
I love to skip over the ugly parts,
Until the last moment,
As a slap in the face dose of reality.

But I didn't try and talk you
Into one of my fantasy worlds
When I lay before you
In bare vulnerability.
The truth is I didn't want to.

I've made strangers
See glassy lakes,
And golden
Drying flowers,
And music in silence,
And hardship in laughter,
Yet it was you
Who loved these things,
That I wanted to see
The harsh nothing,
The vacancy
Behind my eyes.

So this is my world,
It's nothing special,
Hardly what I made it seem,
Just a central New York
Dream.
But here you are,
More beautiful than any dream,
Looking upon my reality.
From series - Phone Files
 Jul 2018 Rimea
Anonymous Freak
need a song so badly
you can't breathe?

But nothing fits.

Nothing plays back the story in your head
and makes sense of it.

Nothing mimics your racing heartbeat
in dark validation
until it slows down.
Series 5/19/18
 Jul 2018 Rimea
forestfaith
Lullaby
 Jul 2018 Rimea
forestfaith
Me-

Did I smile?
Did i laugh without tears, did I shout, and screamed with no fear,
Did I dance? Did I pretend I am okay?
I am forgetful sometimes, so please remind me of my pain....

God-
Did you miss me?
Did you see me in the stars,
Did you see me, as  I looked on the other side of the road, past the cars.
Did you see me, smiling from the moon, did you see me, warming you up at noon?
Did you see me, in between the leaves, did you see me as I danced while you're asleep....
Did you see me, as I shut your eyes.
Did you see me, as I kissed you from up high...as I sang a lullaby...
Maybe I haven't been noticing you God....
 Jul 2018 Rimea
jer
Turpentine
 Jul 2018 Rimea
jer
I don’t care how
or care what you do
to make it happen;
I just told you
make me shine
so slather me in turpentine.

I want the sun to shrink
and the world turn dark,
when she’ll no longer rise
after she rests her eyes
upon my fiery spark.

I want the moon to swoon
and raise the tides
when he looks for the sun,
but instead
it’s my beauty that he finds.

I want the stars to bow down
and shower me in gold
when I shine brighter
and reach higher
than the stars of old.

I want storms to make
the world stir
when I walk upon
their earth,
no matter what it’ll take.

I don’t care
if it kills me;
just answer my plea.
I just want, so badly,
to shine,
so slather me in turpentine.
 Jul 2018 Rimea
T
Sun to the moon
 Jul 2018 Rimea
T
As the sun sets over the water on this hot summer night
If I was not all alone it would be alright
As the moon glisten off the ocean
I am quite sure it was a love potion
That's taken control of me
It might be over the horizon I can't see
All the beauty in just one night this has happened only one other time
It was one hot July night just like this
And it always ended with a goodnight kiss
But now my side is bare
Deep inside I know you care
Sleep well with the moon so bright
And may the Angels watch over you Every night.
#The sun will rise as it always sets
 Jul 2018 Rimea
Seema
Like spools of thread, pilled in the midst
Darkness draws attention to the danger
Up few miles, is that place
Where the sign reads, welcome stranger
Curiosity jumps on each step
As the enchanting forest gets deeper
The sun rays sparkle the early dews
And awakens the sleeping keeper
Birds chattering, singing melodiously
Giant rocks, stand as guards of century
Silent kills the morning songs
At the dark weaved, heavy grown entry
Myth say, it may be a portal to another world
But reports and researchers find it their own way
What's there to be afraid of
Besides an approaching thunder day
A torch in hand, walking cautiously
Humming sound follows through, alerting my ears
Tripping, few times on dead branches
Triggers my lost unwanted fears
It's almost past mid day, but not a single string of light
The passage seems like a hell deep
Strange scribbles on near stones, alert
"Do not fall asleep"
Hours of walking on turns and paths
Tiredness and hunger grasped in well
Don't fall asleep rings in my ears
I was not alone, I could easily tell
Within this labyrinth, mysteries lie of all kinds
An evil crackling laugh, shakes my fears
Looking in the direction of the sound
There is an "it" and it hears
Run out now, my gut feelings kick in
Hoping for sun rays, but thunder beats the sky
Peculiar heavy steps seems to follow
I wish, I could just fly
One exit, echoes another entry
A swirl labyrinth has woken today
Running in circles, lost my routes
I can't find my right way
A small spark of light in a corner
Disguised as the suns ray
Traps my vision to walk forward
Like a poised lucidest prey
What happened next, I do not know
But not alone now, as more walk my way
Finding their own possible routes
We have become abundantly stray...



©sim
Spilling imagination. Fiction.
There are hearts that break
in silence, with tears
that nobody can see.

So maybe,
                just maybe…


Some tears demand
to be written by the poet's pen,
so others can find beauty
in that which makes us cry.

Maybe,
           just maybe…


The tears of the poets' pen,
unveils the beauty
of love and pain
giving comfort to others
that they’re not alone.

And then again
maybe,
          just maybe…


There will be times
that nobody
will understand your feelings…

Write them anyway
because they are still
so **** beautiful!!*

~
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