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Anna Ray Feb 2013
Now I remember
The reason I ran away
I just want my home.
Anna Ray Jan 2013
There comes a time
After so much stress
When you are ready to slip into dreams
But you hold onto reality
In that moment
It all makes sense

Also
You become amazing at temple run
And reasons why will always be a mystery
Anna Ray Jan 2013
All I want
Is one miracle
Anna Ray Jan 2013
I’ve never understood it
When people take a giant leap of faith
That could end in them falling
Inevitably,
To their doom.

I guess I never understood that staying on this side
Of the leap
Means watching you walk away
Until there isn’t any leap to take

I see you there,
Across the chasm in front of me
Your smile
I know you won’t wait forever.
I don’t even know if you are waiting for me
Or if perhaps you are just bored
Maybe you are trying to help
Maybe you think I’m leaping to someone else.

And I know I have to jump.
I hope you catch me.
I know you don’t want to watch me fall
But if that is how this is going to end
It’s probably not going to feel worth it.
As I stare up at you,
Sorry that I destroyed the smiles

I really want to see what’s on the other side
I just want to walk hand in hand down that path
Because, not jumping
And never knowing
Is far worse

Please, please catch me.
Anna Ray Jan 2013
I see it all in front of me
I can't help but wonder
What do you see when you look?

Are you right in front of me
Staring back
A twinkle in your eyes
And a smirk crossing your face

Am I too blind to see you?
Is this real?
Can I actually sense you there?

Or is this just a vain fantasy

Perhaps you aren't even looking
Rather
Perplexed by some strange vision
Entertained
And oblivious.

What is happening?

I can't trust myself
Not as my wishes seem to come true.
Anna Ray Jan 2013
There is a moment
Right before my eyes droop shut
Everything is clear
I don't know what just happened- but this didn't start as a haiku.
Anna Ray Jan 2013
Sometimes all I want to do is to write something beautiful
To let the words flow out of me like
Watercolor flows onto paper
Swift strokes of a brush
Colors blending
And suddenly
Effortlessly-
Art.
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