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September skies
My eye belies
As everything seems more alive
When surely this
Capricious season’s
Mild nature’s
Rhyme and reason
Here can be
All far too fleeting
Leaving us
In winter’s thralls
Of sentimental
Deck the halls
As cold and gray
As any day
Of existentialist decay
You left my heart in bruises

And my life in peace

The tranquil and the freedom

Of no longer being his
 Sep 2020 Autumn Noelle
Me
Just a split
second
and these glimmering
fragments appear
as words
before they drift and
merge again
but they came near you
into the beautiful pool
of preverbal
knowing
I never smoked the first cigarette
I never smoked the first joint
I never drank the first beer
I never snorted the first line
I never popped the first pill
I never dropped the first stamp
I never met you
I never found love
I never lost my heart
I never lost my religion
I never lost my friends
I never lost myself
Would I still
Smoke
Do drugs
Drink
Have no real friends
Have no ability to see another woman as she is and not how I want her to be
Would I still look at someone else
And wish
She's you
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