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 May 2016
Rainey Birthwright
Bumping into you was dire.
I could see her in your eyes
And your smiles were past
Any joys that I once knew,
She, with the blackest hair
Like yours, so suffocating,
So solemn and indifferent,
Burning my heart into ash,
Such weight, raying locks,
Flaming in the sun, smoke
That tears at that sky, shut
Eyes you turned about me,
My soul like raging coal fire,
Smothered daylight and air
As dirt on a casket sinking,
No need to state you were
So happy as I drifted away,
Like tarry mist upon the sea.
 May 2016
ryn
The hours disappear instantly like blown out
flames off weary candles.
But time is no match for such raging hearts.

We would still hold up the receding
indigo ceiling above us.
We would prop up the sullen moon to stave
off the dawning day.
We will clutch the dwindling stars
and hug them close to our chests.

Because we know the words too well.
Words we simply couldn't cage except to say that...

We are not yet ready to leave
but we look forward to
diving headlong into
the inevitable restart.


Just so the day could grant us a
slate brand new.
Just so that come night,
we could begin all over again.
 May 2016
The Lunchtime Poet
False accusations
Stories and lies
Are these words against me
Merely a disguise?

Trying to cut me
Down to the quick
It's rather obvious
I make you sick

Over the last few months
The trust has been shattered
I always loved you
But that never mattered

It's always been
About sneaking around
I'm looking for love
In the lost and found

Hoping to find
A discarded jewel
One that won't make me
Feel like a fool

I'm sorry to say
that we've reached the end
So long my love
To myself I must tend
 May 2016
Stephan
.

Walking alone
in the heart of the city
Feeling the strain
as the skyscrapers wail
Wondering lost
like a dog with no owner
Broken apart
but still wagging my tail
Begging for scraps
in the alleys of sorrow
Chasing a cat
up a fictitious tree
Crossing the street
against oncoming traffic
Nothing to scratch
no not even a flea
Wondering if
some will reach down and pet me
Show me some love
that I’ve not felt in days
Give me a bite
of their ham and cheese sandwich
Maybe a chip
from that new bag of Lays
I know they won’t,
I can sense hesitation
It’s in their eyes
they can’t see in my heart
They’ll never know
it is shattered and broken
Nothing remains
every since we did part
So here I walk
with no leash tied to guide me
Grinding my teeth
on a discarded bone
A mangy old mutt
who has no one to love him
Roaming the streets
of this city, alone
 May 2016
curlygirl
Dance with me,
my soul cannot be still
around *you
.
 May 2016
Just Melz
You are the
        window
              to my pain
  Cloudy with
            no chance of clarity
      I can see
               how far
away you are
                    Out of focus,
           still hurting me
                      *so easily
Not everything that breaks is unusable, like my heart for example.
 May 2016
spysgrandson
frogs "croaking"
in front of me, in the reeds
crickets "chirping"
behind me, in the brush
countless coyotes "yelping"
from across the lake
bass, carp surfacing
under a yellow moon
unaware its shimmering shaft’s
a magnet to my eye  
and more lullaby to me,
who can yet see spectral waves
but lost cherished vibrations--like birdsong,
winsome whispers--eons ago
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