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Sally A Lutz Feb 2021
When the light of day closes your path of sight, shadows come, the heat of the day is forgone to the cool moonlit night. The serenity of these shadows conjure up illusions only ones mind can see,Sit back and relax, watch the movement of the trees awaken your imagination to see,Not the leaves not the branches... but a beautiful mermaid breaking through the waters surface... Or a flying carpet with a genie sitting on top ... Don't be afraid to push inside your minds eye, find your creative side, what can you see in those shadows of dark and light?
Sally A Lutz Feb 2021
Seconds...            
   Of  peace, happy relaxed mind numbing peace
   Minutes...    
of relief, heart sting pulling relief  
        Days...       of  hope, real sunshine and rainbow making hope
      weeks...           
off fear, sad tear dropping fear          
years... Of trying to understand why the hope in our life won't give us relief from the fear that will over power the peace of our every day existence.
Sally A Lutz Feb 2021
Cry,scream, unending dream,Jump, fall, bang on the wall. Days into nights, nights into days, all in one big haze.fractured mind won't unwind. can't get out ! What's it all about? No words were spoken, all promises were broken.
  Feb 2021 Sally A Lutz
Andrew
The flowers bloomed
And the shade was green,
Suspended in time
When nothing was wrong –
I should’ve hugged her then

Her smile was a tower
That led to the sky,
Tumbling and rumbling
Through the clouds of my mind -
I should’ve hugged her then

I would like to say
That at least I tried
But no one who ever died,
Lived long enough to say that
To anyone

I should’ve hugged her then
  Feb 2021 Sally A Lutz
Paras Bajaj
The emptiness in my eyes,
The truth behind my lies,
The fall before my rise,
And the goodbyes;

It scares me.

The dark beneath my skin,
The light within my sins,
The voice that loudly sings,
And my broken wings;

It scares me.

The wounds I can't heal,
The pain I can't feel,
The loss I can't deal,
And when I am real;

It scares me.

The silence in my little talks,
The stillness in my moonlit walks,
The thought of separate ways,
And my numbered days;

It scares me.

The demons under my bed,
The words spinning in my head,
The blood in my sweat,
And my cold breath;

It scares me.

-Paras Bajaj #PoetrybyParas
Instagram : @mr.parasbajaj
Sally A Lutz Feb 2021
Sweet kisses of sunshine and honeysuckle transport my mind back in time... Walking free my friend and me... No worries no foes, round trip no woes... on the bridge we took a peek... wading in the creek at days peak... the Moons light took us home at night... Morning sun brings us back to the guard shack...
My summer days in 1980s Stonetown Rd !
  Jan 2021 Sally A Lutz
Samantha Cunha
Bay
The man
who kept
his emotions
at bay
drowned
in them
all
one
winters
day
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