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Colibri Jan 2013
The empty page,
So much can be done with it
Write on it,
Draw on it,
Smooth, inviting... fillable.
Only for me to mark.

The empty page,
It's sad really,
Unused,
Use it!
Empty, lonely... neglected
Begging to be written on

This empty book,
Won't last too long
I'll sing,
I'll scream,
Happy, sad... passionate,
I will fill this book.
Colibri Jan 2013
One day on these insubstantial wings I’ll fly
I’ll keep believing -
That one day, they’ll be real.
Tangible.
For the whole world to see.
They’ll understand
What I saw, wasn’t just a mirage,
But an inspiration, an ambition.
These wings will take me places.
Places I’ve seen only in dreams.
I’ll fly one day, I’ll make it.
One day....
Colibri Jan 2013
i forgot
to not let you taint my city,
to not associate my buildings
with you.
i forgot
that when you’d leave,
your portrait would be left.
i forgot
to not let you do that.

i forgot
not to let you spray paint your words
all over my haunts.
i forgot to erase your handprints off my sidewalks,
my walls,
matter of fact...
i forgot
not to let you touch.

i forgot
not to let you sit on my bench,
in my park,
you almost kissed me...
i forgot
to scrub that out.
now it’s too late.
indelible
graffiti that the others can see.

i forgot
at the library,
listening to your words,
i forgot
not to etch them into my brain.
like a broken record,
i hear them over and over.
i forgot i wouldn’t be able to get that out.

i forgot
not to let shooting stars remind me of you.
11:11
i always forget
not to make a wish for you.
i forgot
that i wasn’t supposed to compare
him to you.

i forgot
not to memorize
your hands.
your lips.
your hair, skin, eyes
on me.

i forgot
now you’re here
like a ghost
longing to be put to rest.
haunting me
in my head,
in my heart
on my sleeve.

i forgot
that in the end,
when i remembered,
that it would be too late
to erase.
did you want me to forget?
because
i remember

— The End —