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I remember the hidden chapel bells in her voice,
The little cloister of her abbey looks that opened
To a lovelorn courtyard of cisterns and well works,
The sounding pulleys and ropes from the springs,
I will miss her nothing said to my infinite misgivings.
My real name begins
With an L.
I called myself
"Lovely"
"Lively"
"Likeable"
But my real name
Is none of those words.
More like
"Lost"
"Lame"
"Lackadaisical"
My real name begins
With the sound
Of paper erupting in flame.
After all of these years,
I have finally found
That "Lonely" is my real name.
 May 2020 Bugs Spencer
Erian Rose
we held onto dreams
wider than the Milkyway
dancing under the pouring rain
wishing dandelion buds
into a one-way to center stage

we stayed up past daybreak
conquering our fears
shaping them to laughter
timeless to the melody of
Our wild hearts
 May 2020 Bugs Spencer
Julianna
You reflect
and    
        D
                   R
                            I
           F
                      T
                                                                ­                  n
                                                       i      ­   b
                                                               ­             a               o
                                                     With ariel  r                       ws  so wispy
                                                     almost spectral in nature


                  But shadows swirl in you as well,
                  darkness within light.
                  tiny little rainbows
                  scatter out of sight


Fill up the sky
with your flight
Up up up
don’t look back

                                    Up up up
                                    till the pressure
                                    makes you crack
sorry coudln't get to b and the i in the right place. It's supposed to be a rainbow, but it didn't work.
My inner child
Is thinking about the inner immigration,
And I have no idea,
Where does it leave me.
I am not thinking clearly.
- Clearly.
- Yes, that's what I am saying.
 May 2020 Bugs Spencer
laura
hurt
 May 2020 Bugs Spencer
laura
It really hurts knowing you're not good enough
 May 2020 Bugs Spencer
Julianna
I just want to lie here
but you signal a new day
I try to shut you out
in every possible way

I pull the covers above my head
I bury my face in the bed.
I clamp my eyes closed,
yet you make me sleep in throws.

I will not wake to a new day
as hopeless as the rest
I do not want to see the sunrise
please just let it set

I do not want to wake
just to see my hands shake
just to see my soul break
I have nothing of this day to make.

Please just let me lie here
as the sun streams in
Please just let me cry here
as the sun streams in
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