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 Sep 2018 B Elizabeth G
Eric W
Open hands and dust dispersed,
fatalistic attitudes through love returned,
set adrift in open flames,
captured as none
beyond the rain.
My mind has evolved ever since I read your words.
 Sep 2018 B Elizabeth G
Semicolon
Hey mom-dad, listen.
Hit me, hate me, throw me out,
But don't shut me up.
My dear mom, my dear dad,
Please listen to me talk.
You're the place where I can unveil myself and be true to who I am.
You're the place where I can pour my heart out and expect to be heard.
You're the place I want to spend my life talking and being heard.
Please don't tell me to shut up
Because I talk too much,
Because no one likes what I speak,
Because I talk *******,
Because no one would listen to me,
Because I need to stay silent sometimes,
Because nobody likes the stories I have to tell,
Please don't tell me to shut up,
Just because that's what I need to do.
Listen to me.
Please.
 Sep 2018 B Elizabeth G
eileen
I wrote a poem
of a poem
about a poem

I wrote you a poem
inspired by a poem
of another poem

you'll never read it

It's catching fire
the ashes are lost

I spent an hour
writing you a letter

where I wrote you a poem

you'll never speak of it

it's hidden in a drawer
sealed

catching fire

you'll never see it

To
you

From
Me
 Sep 2018 B Elizabeth G
eileen
The sound of rain
falling on
the ceiling
/ \ \

My ears are hurting
from my recent piercing

I've been ignoring someone
that I know I'll talk to in a few days

The street outside
is flooded

everyone has gone to sleep
and have nothing to dream of

I can hear the rain fall
the puddles with rain drops

There is no storm

no lightning

Just me
and the heavy clouds

Let me sleep now

in a dream full of rain
 Sep 2018 B Elizabeth G
eileen
I got this feeling

a morning sun

my inbox empty
pages are ripped and burned
into the wind

I got this feeling
a late evening

I never saw you again
don't hurry
I'll see you again
don't worry

I got this heavy feeling
I'm sorry

sleeping with the windows open

three walls
everyone knows where I am

let me see you again
without feeling regret

I know this feeling
of plastic love

a love that is not real
I only imagined it

I'm just playing games
 Sep 2018 B Elizabeth G
Cné

Ebony
silhouettes
inked
by a dying sun,
portray
lovers embraced
in
the synergy of one.

Inseparable
dreams
slowly
morph into one …
subservient
to the
whims
of the compliant
heart’s
drum.

And
azure pools reflect
a
tie-dyed denim sky,
as
enchanted dreamers
seal
their love with a kiss nearby.

Twinkling
stars confetti
the
emptiness of space.
And
as darkness descends,
shadows
swallow all of the light’s trace.

Reality
pauses …
as
time seems to stand so still
to
the depths of their very souls,
motionless
they swim.

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