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 Mar 2017
Colm
The truth is that although I speak
I often don't know what to say
Let alone if I ever have an impact
Like a crater on the faceless moon

Most nights my eyes are just too far away
To see the streaming rays of light
Which tumble down unto the earth
To illuminate the everglades where I am found

And though the truth is just ahead
I cannot for the life of me pull it out
Or turn the corner within myself

Because these words are not enough
To represent my heart and mind
And how I feel alive and abound

Roaming round these hollow hills
Excited to hear your latest thought
Least that is the truth as I see it now
As the faceless moon kindly smiles down

Onto the wooded world in mind
How I breathe a sigh when I am found
For The Truth Behind The Faceless Moon Can In Fact In Time Be Found
 Mar 2017
Olivia A Keaton
a poet is a special human being
we share our stories through our pens
our tears, our joy, our fun
we enjoy telling of our dreams
and even wandering through some.

Although some experiences may leave us pretty  weak
we continue on with our strong words
and we carry one another through the
decent storm of letters that's oh so very bleak.
 Mar 2017
cass
When the world seems to crumble...
remember
hold on
wrap yourself in the warm hands of your loved ones
sleep
learn new things
write
dream
do
become
know there will be more to come
cry
just be
and then one day you will be able to take those photos out
play those songs again
eat at that restaurant
drive down that road
one day
but that's ok if today isn't that day
your ok
you will be ok
I promise
You know those Chinese tea cups? And how if they chip or crack they fix them, by using gold to glue them back together. They highlight the mistake. Illuminate it.
 Mar 2017
Meg Howell
His voice was muffled

He rang,
I answered

Each word he said came with a crackle and the loss of a letter

To me, it didn't matter that I couldn't hear every word he said

To me, he spoke so I would I understand

And I did,
even through the distortion

And every time he spoke,
he meant 'I love you'
 Mar 2017
Pinkbun17
Well, little sis-I need to let you know
Life isn't a simple open doorway
There's its up and downs,
Painful stings,
Emotional roller coaster,
And Harsh lessons
But this entire time-
I've been attempting to follow my heart
Clutching to my dreams
Doing what I thought was right
Not being dictated by someone else's words
Even when the bleakness pulled in.

So, little sis, don't give up
Your dream-filled goals
Don't just sit there and wait!
Because it will not get any easier
Don't you look back now
Don't follow me-
Please ride on your own path
I'm still here,
No one is going to push you down.
Life isn't an open books
So open it with your own strength.
I wrote this to my little sister in 2007, and rewrote it 7/17/13 and today.
 Mar 2017
MeanAileen
beyond the happiness, beyond the saddness
somewhere out there amidst the madness
within the shadows and depths of black
beyond the point of no turning back
where all hope and dreams are lost
into the bitter and lightless frost
feeling nothing & loving no one
finally hitting the very bottom
battered a tattered soul lies
and all alone it slowly dies
innocence wasted away
happiness gone astray...
what have i become?
nothing, just numb.
Just some depressing words stemming from my depressed mind....
 Mar 2017
Seán Mac Falls
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Little king of sun toasting petal,
Cups the air with swirling wings
Flashes, flurries of wetted trials,
How you drink of nectar singing,

With invisible wings let whirring,
So robed in arc of rainbows' sky,
Even lofted mist of morn stirring,
All the shaped air, a moving eye.
 Mar 2017
aurora
crooked teeth means crooked smiles
but perfect they are nonetheless
found a lover in a friend and that's more than okay
we don't have to promise each other anything
other than the night
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