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 Jul 2016 skaldspiller
woolgather
Words too loud to be quieted,
Knees too weak to stand on their own,
Mind too cluttered to think of anything,
Anything,
Too strong to be silenced,
But still too weak to do anything.
Judged instead of helped,
Despised instead of pitied,
**This is the reality of society's sympathy.
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 Jul 2016 skaldspiller
Slam
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 Jul 2016 skaldspiller
Slam
The wings that turned to ashes
Taught me how to wear eyeglasses
Like seeing through the pages of guilt
A painful vision of the past that was built

The cry from those years are now
My longing tears are exhibiting a smile
A discontent entity that flows in my veins
Called for the fire that is still unburnt

I am rusty and I can't trust me
The signs I am falling on top again
Is a means of crashing back
To the black hole of miserable haunting

These wings are severely wounded
Scarred in nature
Feathers plucked within a soul
The drive to horizons are fading

Slowly I became less
And every bit of it is part of a test
I am the nightmare of my dream
I am the terror i try to hide

This isn't flying
This isn't falling
It is the journey inside a ball of gravity
Always pulling you down where you meet
Misery
 Jul 2016 skaldspiller
Graff1980
It is hard to explain
When you work the midnight shift
You only seam to exist in nightshades
Not the warm daylight hues and tints

When sunshine becomes
Inverse in your tired mind
And days are measured by
Moonrise and moonfall

When solar heat
Is just a sweet precursor
To the night that cools you
And the sunrise signals slumber

How sweet it is
To interrupt this with
With a day
Spent awake
Surrendering to the
Splendor of the sun
Waking up from my sleep
I felt unusually light
Wasn’t sure what had come about
But was shocked at the eerie sight

In the place of my hands
Had sprouted a pair of wings
My mouth had pointed and curved like a beak
Words came out like twittering songs

My long and flabby legs
Had turned into wire like sticks
And my toes shaped into
Sharp pointed claws

A tail had been fitted upon my back
I was covered in a plumage of brown
My body had thinned and turned so light
And on my head I had a red little crown

Feeling a strange urge to fly,
I flapped my wings and threw myself into the air
But I had a nose dive into the woods below
Never knew flying was like playing with fire

Luckily I could perch on the branch of a tree
Looking around I saw a parrot green
He said he would teach me to fly
He was at rest behind the foliage screen

He said ‘Hop.. hop from branch to branch
One step at a time will take you miles along’
One full day, religiously hopped the way I was told
The next day as I flew in rounds, he came along

Abruptly he announced, looking into the blue sky  
“Oh come! On wings of joy, we’ll fly
Let us flit over hills and skim over dales”
“Tuwee! Tuwee”, in shrill delight, we flew across the sky
Being a little whimsical....... ! Often I dream of becoming a  bird and I get recurring dreams of flying in the expanse of the sky!!
 Jul 2016 skaldspiller
heather
One. No matter how much you scrub at yourself in the shower, you will never wash the feeling of his hands from your skin. You will learn to be okay.
Two. His lips tasted like strawberries and you'll never be able to eat them again without tasting something sour.
Three. Getting under someone else won't fix your problems, but it will help you forget.
Four. Hearing her name will spark a fire so intense in your chest that you'll think all of the flowers have been burnt, but I promise you they will grow back.
Four. It will pass.
Five. He'll never get tired of the way your body feels underneath his.
Six. Let him miss you.
Seven. Let him be angry that he lost you.
Eight. Let him hurt.
Nine. Burn his t-shirt. Burn his boxers. Burn the love notes. Burn everything and let the ashes be the last of him.
Ten. He'll get bored of her too. Don't let him crawl back to your bed.
Eleven. You'll let his empty coffee cup fall to the floor and you'll let it smash and then you'll cry as you pick up the pieces and you'll write a dumb poem about how your heart was his mug and he let it smash and then you will delete it and then you will heal. It will be okay. You will make it.
Twelve. Your first heartbreak will never prepare you for your second love.
 Jul 2016 skaldspiller
Rapunzoll
tell me
why private thoughts
become so loud and violent
upon our faces that
they peel the layers of skin,
and our own form of sun,
burns us alive inside.
i waited patiently for your breath
like hot summer nights,
a whisper of a wind, a secret
tantalizing, lost in lulls of sleep
and i'm restless in bed,
sheets suffocate me with the
lies of your body, and
ghosts are more familiar
than your scent.
tell me, i screamed it with my
eyes as you slept.
i once held your palm and
felt your fingers slip,
did they reach for hers
instead?
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poem on adultery
still going through writers block. posting stuff i wrote a few months back and forgot about.
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