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 Oct 2013 Ali Cronin
Julia
Babies
 Oct 2013 Ali Cronin
Julia
We were practically babies
When all of this began.
I [still] have the pictures to prove it.
Now, two years later,
I realize it was easier to be
With you back then,
When my head was in the clouds,
And my heart,
Hopelessly lost with yours.
 Oct 2013 Ali Cronin
Kaitlyn
Cube
 Oct 2013 Ali Cronin
Kaitlyn
Visions of light waves do not suit me
And your groups of smirks make me uneasy
I'd rather light candles deep in seclusion
Or spin with my mind until I am queasy
Your shoes are fine but I'd never buy
There are no backroads in my book
I've never been quite dulled to understand
The admiration of masses in just one look
Maybe perhaps I am a cube
A simplistic shape of many dimensions
And maybe perhaps you are too
Two cubes coexisting with separate intentions
the motion of a birds wing;
                      raising into the air
                               -leaving the nest.  
     free,
     finding the own way;
     your roots
           grounding
                   yourself
Translated from German, my mother gave me this poem when I left for the US
I am from the old world
    From over the waters
I am from old houses
    Majestic, kings and Celtics
I am from Mountains and Lakes
     Mozart, Music, Stereotypes

I am from red-white-red
    And what once was a monastery
I am from skiing, snow and sunshine
    From Schnitzel and pasta
I am from almost Espresso
    And people speaking fast
I am from languages
(Servus, Srečno, Ciao)

I am from a house with a mom
   And a brother, little me
I am from a family with 4+21
   I am from a field, tough but still a passion
   And rivers with the moonlight

I am from climbing
  And the top of the world
I am from kilometers and kilograms
   And from long nights

I am from Rap
       And the school where it’s never quiet
I am from a mother
       That says goodbye with the wings of a bird  
        And white roses
I am from a dad that helps me keep focused
        On the important parts of life

I am from singing people
That I left over the clouds
Far away
Some of it might be hard to understand, unless you are from Austria
 Oct 2013 Ali Cronin
Kaitlyn
You're the wind
And I'm the pinwheel
You like to see me spin
When I stop
You fix me up
Until I twirl again
I can't help
The way I turn
The cycles that I take
But you're a force
You've got a say
And sometime you say "break"
Now it's clear
For me to function
I need but one gust
So tell me why
I'm on this shelf
Just collecting dust.
 Oct 2013 Ali Cronin
Kaitlyn
There's a fire in your eyes
And then mine caught flame
And as it burned for miles
We knew we'd never be the same

We'd watch the world go by
From our seats right on the moon
And you took me by surprise
Whispering "They'll all be stardust soon"

And as we venture in to Mars
Sweaty palms at the unknown
You say that the millions of stars
Make you feel like you're alone

We're so small in the grand scheme of things
Insignificant explorers after black holes disguised as dreams
But all in all, we'll still hope to conquer Saturn's rings
Insignificant explorers jumping in to black holes disguised as dreams
 Oct 2013 Ali Cronin
Tana Young
From the present... I fell in love.
I was off not above.
I could not love as you.
Soon... my love, would blue.
It would turn to the sea.
And that would be... be my long creed.
Pain inside me amplified by love.
Being drowned in desolation.
The only thing flooding my throat... was indeed desperation.
I unnaturally studied melancholy.
My heart was broken... from the pressure of the water.
I will never take another peaceful breath.
Love will be my death.
I quickly sink.
I'm on the brink,
Of vanity!
I've lost my in·sanity?
From the present... I fell in love.
The blue... sang its deathly, elegant tune.
 Oct 2013 Ali Cronin
Kaitlyn
I drew a heart
        from your deck.
You drew a joker
        from mine.
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