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 Nov 2017 cv
Yitkbel
Last Leaf
 Nov 2017 cv
Yitkbel
I can never be your shielding oak
But I will be your last leaf.
Well
***** me sideways on
weekdays
where I'm trapped on the
treadmill of time
and notions of freedom
are lost.

Motionless
emotionless?
the emptiness is
bottomless and
appears to be
endless

Frustrating when you're
waiting
with Friday in the wings.
 Oct 2017 cv
Sam
Blame
 Oct 2017 cv
Sam
I was 14 and at a Methodist summer camp.
They told us we could spend the last night outside.
Clear sky, under the stars  I was happy.
Then he put his hands on my head.
And his hands down my pants.
It felt wrong, I was no longer happy.
I wanted to escape, but I couldn’t move.
The next day I went home.
I was called names.
I lost my friends and “silly” rumors spread.
I put myself in that situation. It was my fault.
It took me 10 years to realize,
It was wrong,
I couldn’t get out,
It wasn’t my fault.
 Oct 2017 cv
Sonja G N Gallhofer
I have a room with a view:
busy London street,
white and red lights
of cars rushing past,
magnificent church
hidden behind trees,
a couple passing by
holding hands
deeply immersed
in conversation.

I wonder if the moon in your place
is as big and bright as here in London.
 Oct 2017 cv
Jeremy Bean
Empty Arms
 Oct 2017 cv
Jeremy Bean
I don't get angry with the sun
For being what it is
Or doing what it does
When my skin burns
From overexposure
I just become disappointed
With myself
You were no different
I just wanted you to be
 Oct 2017 cv
dylan magaldi
Red is the colour my heart beats for her.
     Rosy cheeks and glossed lips.
Orange is the taste on her lips,
     so sweet and citrusy.
Yellow is the sun shining down upon her hair,
     glistening and warm and happy.
Green is my envy of her beauty.
Blue is the colour I feel when
     she is not by my side.
     It is the rain when I am missing her.
Indigo is the deep attraction I feel towards her.
     Adoration, admiration, amazement.
Purple is her hands,
     how cold her fingers are,
     And how I wish I could warm them with mine.
She is the rainbow and the I am the ground
     for her and I will never meet.
I see her beauty from below,
     gazing upon her colour and life.
She is a beautiful reflection and I am nothing but grass.
How I wish we could touch.
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