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 Dec 2014 AyyK
September
Ricochet
 Dec 2014 AyyK
September
You are the bullet.
I do not see, I only hear,
We connect, we cohere.
A split-second moment, we are kin,
As you skip across my skin.
You leave a mark, a life-delay.
You are a scar,
A ricochet.
I'm naming my kid Ricochet. It's cool. - This is basically about someone who has left an impression when only known for a little while.
 Nov 2014 AyyK
Molly
Anchors.
 Nov 2014 AyyK
Molly
I want to write something to fix me.
I want to write something to heal my wounds, to hide my scars.
I want to write something to wear that will make me beautiful. I want to sew something from words that will fit me perfectly, something that flows like linen, curves of S's fitting curves of hips, legs like L's and F's soft like lips.
I want to write something to wear like new skin, something to make me interesting to look at, to make me a poem worth reading. I want to be the one you tuck into your notebook and read in class. When you're tired of listening, tired of focusing, tired of everything, you can read a few lines off my shoulder blades, from my palms or knees, and maybe you'll feel better.
I want to write something that will make you laugh. God, I love your laugh, I'd write myself into a joke just to see you smile like that, my shoulders to set it up, collar bone to draw you in, my stomach could be the punch line and I'd have you cracked up for sure. I don't need to be taken seriously, as long as I can see you laugh.
I want to write something strong and heavy. I'll melt the letters together, weld T's to G's and K's to X's until I've written us an anchor. It'll be just light enough for us to carry, just heavy enough to weigh us down. I'll weave J's into ropes, we'll tie ourselves together, and toss our anchor overboard. No matter how the ocean writhes and tosses my words will be heavier, my ropes stronger. The anchor will hold us fast, words weighted by promises, fighting angry seas around us. No matter what, we will always be close enough to read each others' poetry.
I want to write something that will last forever. I want to set words in stone to be discovered long after I'm gone, to paint hieroglyphics on the walls of my house to be interpreted by future civilizations. "This is where I ate cereal." "This is where I showered." (Did I make you laugh? You know how I love your laugh.)
I want to write razor-sharp, white-hot points of infinite logic, and I want to write children's books. I want to write something that means anything but God, all I want is to write anything that means something.
I want to write something to fill pages, to break silence.
I want to write something to fix me.
 Nov 2014 AyyK
Hannah Mary
Anchors
 Nov 2014 AyyK
Hannah Mary
You hurt me
Much like humans cause hurt to the planet Earth
Humans don't mean to pollute
Humans don't mean to destroy
We just do
It's our human nature

You hurt me
But I don't think you intentionally do so
You don't understand
How I feel.
I don't understand
How I feel
Which is why this hurts

I just wish
That I knew where we stood
But I already know deep down
That we stand nowhere
On an island
Surrounded by black seas
With no escape

My feelings are trapped
Deep down
Where my knowings are
My feelings are chained together
With my emotions
And my hopes
And my fantasies
They keep sinking down to the bottom of that black sea,
Wherever its bottom might be
 Nov 2014 AyyK
TB
anchors.
 Nov 2014 AyyK
TB
I understand life comes in waves
And I'm beginning to think
I need to hold onto the things that save
And let go of those that make me sink
 Nov 2014 AyyK
Urmila
Anchors
 Nov 2014 AyyK
Urmila
That anchor you hold onto for dear life?
It may keep you from drowning,
But it's also keeping you from exploring the vast
 Nov 2014 AyyK
Duplicate Virus
I'm drowning
And you're the weight.
You bring me down
Flood my lungs.
 Nov 2014 AyyK
Lap
anchors i
 Nov 2014 AyyK
Lap
o, captain, captain.
guide us to the gleaming shore.
point my feet back home.

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