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 Mar 2017 Amelia
Softly Spoken
My daughter sleeps to the sound of the ocean
softly, gently rocked
forth and afar into dreams and nightmares
a soft static blanket
the assonance of water

My daughter sleeps
to the sound of an ocean that she has never heard
a loop of imagined waves that have
never wet her feet
she has never run screaming and laughing
from the imagined horrors of seaweed, foam
Tangaroa’s arms enfolding her

As my daughter sleeps, I cry
as salty as the swells she’s never seen
in this landlocked room
slowly falling from my cheek
to land on hers
a soft saline baptism

As my daughter sleeps, my thoughts fly
wondering how I can fill her
with the awe that something as elemental
something as capricious
something as beautiful
can exist in this tattered world

but still, my daughter sleeps
I grew up on and in the Pacific. It's wild and elemental, and I miss it dreadfully.. now my daughter sleeps to a loop of the sound of the ocean and it struck me as ironic that she dreams to something she has experienced.
 Mar 2017 Amelia
Inga
Idle moments, sweet talks

Having the best times of my life
Across the far numerous possibilities
Velvety colors
Everything was a beauty

Morning smiles
Egos whispering
Telling what the most important

Thing they could
Have
Ever imagined

Marble-like eyes
Onward towards you
Sighs between regrets
Tales won’t seem to work like they used to be

I’ve always been wondering about
Mystical creatures
Pondering inside my chest
Orbiting like constellations
Running like a pack of wolves
Touching this beating heart
And making my head spin round and round
Notions go shuffle like cards
These were all because of a

Person who happened to have passed by
Earning almost everything kept
Roaring out the most silent of thoughts
Scorching the once chilled soul
Over and over but I promise
Nothing will ever change

I’ve always been
Never would be

Minds on parallel paths
Yours truly

Living like it was the last
I just wanted to say that it was
Fun, fun to have these unruly
Emotions constantly splashing different colors right before my eyes

Brushing like it was part of a bigger canvass
Under this small fancy reality
To you, for you, by you

Never, ever
Once
We would

Have
Expected these to happen

World was my biggest stage
Intrigued, excited
Loving but never was once
Loved back

Shortly after breaks
Often we imagine
Often we wish but
None of mine came true

Lavishly fooling around
Everything was gradually taken for granted
Amidst those smiles was a
Voice yelling
Earning

Mourning, trying to
Ease the pain


I’ve always
Tried to be a puzzle

Wishing for
A
Solver

Focusing on me, and me alone
Until I might as well return the favor
Needless to say

These petty wishes
Have
Always been the reasons why
Nearly the whole scope of my imagination runs by circles and by
Knots

Yelling like mad
Obnoxiously trying to be
Untamed

And
Natural, always in
Denial

Good times never last
Of all things
Of all moments
Dying to say
Billions of sweet memories
Yet the other side was not willing to listen. The
End
 Mar 2017 Amelia
Inga
Meet Regret
 Mar 2017 Amelia
Inga
I was in my room that day
when the sun decided to hide
and the darkness started to crawl
letting my monsters scream from the inside

I felt Despair's hands all over me
and Vanity's at the corner, offering me a drink
Loneliness started to sing his favorite lullaby
and Pain suddenly got his paper and ink

Chaos was calling from the window
Depression just got in and said hello
Jealousy shouted that he wants to play
until I heard someone saying, "what does it feel like from there below?"

Regret was smiling softly
as he stood behind the door
all other emotions stopped and began to look at me
and Regret spoke, "Talk. I want to hear more."

Depression was still clinging
Loneliness was still singing
Regret is now in front of me, grinning
And I just found myself crying
 Sep 2016 Amelia
Emily B
storm weary
 Sep 2016 Amelia
Emily B
I've been seeing
That old hawk
In some very strange places.

Feathers askew

Too tired
To fly above the storm

My messenger
Has something to say

But he is too weary
To spill it
Just now
 Aug 2016 Amelia
Inga
Untitled
 Aug 2016 Amelia
Inga
We traced stars with our fingers

Sang songs along the spilling light of the moon

The galaxies running like a ceiling

In this midnight start of a breezy June
 Aug 2016 Amelia
Inga
My raison d'être. My missing soul piece, the only goal i yearn most. You are my sophistication, yet you are my chaos. The scorch brought about by attempting to call you mine. It was burning, aching. You remind me of a gift, always dreamt of but never had the possession to. I adore you yet I never tell. I care for you yet I keep my distance. I treasure you yet I keep on pushing you away. I crave for you yet I never let you touch me. You never fail to haunt me in my dreams. Hallucinations have shown me your very being.

The monster that screamed for your name has become a part of me.

You are my new found life, yet you are my cause of death.
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