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 Mar 2016
Melissa S
When I think of you and me
I think of a tree

Sometimes that tree is full
prosperous
beautiful
full of life
So full it reminds me of the stars
Where we sit on a blanket and count them
Where we think they are all ours

Sometimes that tree is empty
Each passing day
more leaves
fall to the ground
Until one day
all that is left is one
Saddened by what it has become
 Mar 2016
Babu kandula
When Gods and demons churned oceans Ambrosia was produced

Imagine what you get if you churn your inner self

Trust yourself and move forward

Because nobody can replace you
Just a thought ...

Basing on Hindu mythology...
 Mar 2016
mk
-
you loved me
& i love you
not my own words; overheard conversations
it's sad how love is lost
 Mar 2016
Babu kandula
All are not coincidences

Some are deceptive
Just a thought
 Mar 2016
A Lopez
In haste
I free flow
Towards the
luminescence.
I can see my guardian
Protectors,
I see their
Unearthly
Care
T
A
K
E
R
Essence.
I'm gleeful
And pleased
As next to them
Is God's presence.
This to me is a
Present.
As amor
And vim
Overtakes me.
I rest unwearied
Easily,
H2o through me
Shows
The banner of my
Existence.
I thank my guardian
Angels
For their hovering over me
And their loving kindness,
Keeping me on the path
To fufiill
Gods mission-
 Mar 2016
Thomas P Owens Sr
I am awakened by a dream
That slowly comes into view
From gray shadows to crystal clarity
Of both sight and sound
Distant fire crackles
The smell of burning wood stretches
These miles of open wilderness
The rolling water of the river
Behind me
I stand in thanks to the spirits
That have shown me the way
And the bounty I will share
A great storm erupts on the distant horizon
Sweeping across the plains
Relentless
Destructive
Thunder rolls and lightning strikes
The swirling winds gather us up
And take us away
The cries
Echo in my head
Then fade to black
 Mar 2016
James Alai
I am a ghost
I am not here
When the sun goes down below the hills
and when the dead leaves on the dead trees
rattle like snakes in the cool breeze
I appear

My tombstone is blank
No flowers
No tears
I am a ghost
I am not here

I will haunt you
Your dreams will be a horror show
screams from hell below
"No" you scream. "No"
Yell as you wish but I will not go

And the sun will become meaningless
Your eyes heavy but you mustn't sleep.
You mustn't .
Your thoughts are mine.
Mine.
Mine to keep.
Weep. Weep. Weep.


I am a ghost
I am your fear
I was once a man
Now I am not here
This is my first attempt at horror. Let me know what you think.
 Mar 2016
K Balachandran
For a million light years, a bloom in space,
a star collapsed,died and scattered,
a petal fell in to inter galactic swirl,
it floated or continued to fall, who can tell?
Light years, like waves after waves caressed it,

eternity took it in to it's cradle and swung,
and it's now the earth,that rides
the waves of gravity, magnetic pulls and the rest,
I am it's part, wandering permanence,
without the remembrance of it's past avatars,
the essence of what is nothingness,
changing forms,I reappear, go back
trapped in a bubble,which after the mission
goes back to the eternal as consciousness.

                                        so, why grieve,
get agitated, or feel elated at times?
Keep the equilibrium and exude love, star-like,
this is what the cosmic hum signifies,
in tunes familiar or seems altogether new.
 Mar 2016
Maple Mathers
the less I
know.
(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)
 Mar 2016
Maple Mathers
(my greatest failure - five years later)


What is this covet
Inside of my mind,
This subtle inscription
So purely defined?

When fairy-tales ceased
And images stopped
I padlocked my door
Yet, inside you walked

The present; suspended
Your hand on the frame
Your question extended
Amidst my derange.

Constructing the green
Encased in your eyes
Surrounded in gold. . .
Abundant inside

Under your slumber
I found my abyss;
Subtle as thunder
Perpetual hunger. . .

Holding the moon;
Discovering you
Our lives, intertwined
By golden fused blue.

Once, you accused me
Of not needing you
Yet, nothing you’d utter
Could be more untrue

No matter how distant,
Undone and askew;
No matter the question
I’ll always keep you.
How I saw you, post your Narcissistic Personality Disorder - that is.


(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016.)
 Mar 2016
Babu kandula
Extreme of anything

Is a sin of Life?

Caring about everyone

Will Backfire sometimes?

No tips and tricks

I have to control

Because no one can live

My Life

Too much of mystery

Too much of drama

With my own set of thoughts

Not sure how and why

Others take it wrong

I embarrass myself

To be available too much

Easily and without effort

Is that good thing to do?

But, this state of me is uncontrollable

May I leave it or keep it with me

Am really confused and disturbed

Finally I want only a smile from you

Which backfires as a hatred on me

How come I am wrong in judging

And making feel people uncomfortable

By not knowing what they want and not
I am truly confused how should I lead my life

But, one thing was for sure no one can live my life
 Mar 2016
Maple Mathers
Doesn't make her an
**Angel.
(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)
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