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if all i get
  is a miniscule shred
of sarcastic,
   cynical
w r e t c h e d
   self-defeating
hope
   then i guess
that's the ******* fire i will breathe.

i guess I
am the firebreather
     round these parts
I am the dragon

setting things ablaze
  in my fury
crushing whole towns under my feet
climbing the skies
with magnificent dark wings

you should
run in terror from me
because you will never again find
a dragon in possession
  of such profound richness
so terrible a truth
  that you will not meet my gaze

mistakes have been made.
yes?
no.
life has been lived in fire and passion and hope
in this there can be no mistake.
 Mar 2014 Antonena Ishkova
pam
i am surprised
because there's something in your eyes
that made me realized
that i want to hold you in my arms
and keep you out of harm

i dont wanna rush
so i wont tell you you're my crush
but cant you see the way i blush?

i get so weak
whenever you start to speak

hey i wanna tell you that
whenever i look into your eyes
i get **butterflies
PD
People say they aren't racist and thats a flat out lie
I mean they no longer separate our kind
but they act like color doesn't survive
these people are color blind
they don't admit that I'm  different
and I'm tired of it
people take of your mask
and show your face
we are still people but we are people of a different race
Please comment how you feel on people being 'color blind'
The night terrors have gotten worse now
And it’s been so long since I last slept
The thought of rest is starting to sound surreal

Yet every time my lids grow heavy
This nightmare becomes reality
My greatest fear becomes my fate

In dream after dream I am forced
To see myself die, each night in a new way
Over and over I witness the end of my life

This does not scare me for I fear not the reaper
But another detail never changes
It is what I see as I draw in my final breath

This mirage of my mind stands at my side
Though she’s always just out of reach
Her eyes telling the tale of heart break

This nameless woman bears my child
For my greatest fear is not my death
It’s leaving behind the family that I never met
Half a year later
we still laugh like the first day.
Please don't leave again.
 Mar 2014 Antonena Ishkova
Jason
We sat around a campfire talking
we laughed till we cried
we argued till we were lost
and it was a while before you noticed
the fire burning the marshmallows
but oh how I wished you would notice
the fire burning me
from inside and through
warming me up at first
then excruciatingly torching me whole
inside and through
leaving nothing behind
but a couple of hollow eyes
that wouldn't dare look at you
that sat there staring at our fire
so you wouldn't notice yours.
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