Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 Sep 2015 beenseen
H W Erellson
salt stings wounds
salt stings eyes, entering, leaving...
healing, healing. The sea will take you away.
I tire of hearing abot these migrants
well they tire of the rick-shaw of an untested boat
of their homes becoming rubble & dust clouds,
of seeing blood in the dirt.
As long as there is war,
as long as there is famine
as long as there exists somewhere
called 'refuge'
then there will be refugees.
Oh child, rocked to sleep by the tide...
you should never have to answer for adult violence,
innocent & sleepy, sinless.
You have been written in blood in the old books
you have been decided for.
Your dice have been rolled by strange hands;
born amid angry eyes,
and so shall die,
washed ashore upon sand,
carried quietly away
to your final crib
to your refuge.
for alan kurdi
check out more stuff at miragesofleavesinspring.blogspot.com
 Sep 2015 beenseen
Fill
Untitled
 Sep 2015 beenseen
Fill
All I do is cry behind this smile
All I do is smoke
All I do is drink
All I do is mope
All I do is study
All I do is write
All I do is program my writes
All I do is play
All I do is not really that important to you
 Sep 2015 beenseen
Silver Lining
Being physically close to someone does not bother me- I like being touched. I like hugging and the feeling of someone running their fingers over my back and arms.
But once that physical touch gets a little too close to emotion I push it away. Once someone starts to feel like they have feeling for me, or that I for them, I immediately think of ways to push them away in such a slight way that they do not realize what is happening.
Because the truth is.. The fingerprints left on my skin, the touch I can not scrub away in the shower, will be gone. I will have a new set of skin in a matter of weeks. Skin that hasn't been touch, hasn't been tainted with someone's prints.
But the words that they said to me will forever be printed on my heart. Each letter stamped into my mind where it'll wait to hurt me again, filed away under "Do not go back" until it gets dark and I wander through the shelves trying to find someone, something to occupy myself with. Something to remind myself that I was not always this alone..
 Sep 2015 beenseen
picaso 29
Bound 2
 Sep 2015 beenseen
picaso 29
I seem to be bound to something that's out of bounds...drowned to the sound of nothing cause she aint around, now I'm here with these windows down writing nouns, we used to be high together but lately we're on different clouds...I seem to have found higher ground with you, the only woman, I would ******* ride or die for you, my world was so complete, but I guess dreams aren't for keep, I got a bottle of *****, a gun and your voicenotes on repeat
Next page