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 Jun 2017
Frank Russell
All matter is fluid
She believed
As she passed effortlessly
Through the concrete -
Then realizing the passage
Was in imagination only
She felt the warm blood pumping
From her skull onto a
Cold factual sidewalk.



- fr
 Jun 2017
TheVals
Revert time with your words
and ease my constant terrors..
I know sometimes speaking hurts
when I'm all you see in mirrors.
 Jun 2017
Sandoval
I was not born a

poet.

I was broken into

one.


*Sandoval
 Jun 2017
Sincerely Em
I am a sand clock in this passing life;
With every fallen sand grain is a drop of my heart beat

My breaths cease with yours as your grain passes through my hourglass

Yes, we are made of dust ..
And your grains of sand make me whole ..
A galactic dusty soul I am ..  carrying a universe that in a way is finitely endless

We fight as we unawarely head towards that narrow neck of a death bed
Grain, we seep through and fall onto the deathly base of the hourglass
It's where time sits still, frozen, looking up onto other falling sand grains in the repetition movements of hatred, anger and destruct

And my soul fails to stay awake as my organs of dust fall away ...

A breath of me dies with you
A blink of my sight grows weaker
A tear from eyes drops heavily into a mud puddle of my endless cries ..

As each one of you fades .. so do I
In light of the recent increasing rates of violent acts, my heart goes out to the precious souls that have left us.


Sincerely, Em
 Jun 2017
Jonathan Witte
I lost my first
wedding ring
that summer

we floated
on inner tubes
coupled together,
drinking ice-cold
beer in the sun.

A flash of gold
and it was gone.

I lost the boots
my father wore
in Vietnam.

I lost the first
pocketknife
I ever owned.

I lost my mother.

I lost my way
in college once,
watching heavy snow
smother the foothills
and switchbacks,
watching mountain
birds turn wide circles
above rough canyons.

I lost track of time but
found my father’s gun.

Winter will always
sound like the whir
of a cylinder spun in
an unfurnished room.
 Jun 2017
Melissa S
I would try and hide from the horrors
and try to hide from the pain
but no matter how deep it is buried
the fact is the pain...it remains
The pain is still there every day
sometimes it is just hidden further away

I had to learn how to hide and how to retreat inside
Tried so many things to fill the emptiness the hole
So much hatred for a thief who stole so many innocent souls
Even though there are no scars on the outside to see
does not mean it did not happen to my sisters and me

thought I was to young to have a voice
to young to have a choice

Where there is darkness there is also light
Maybe some goodness can come of this after all
We can learn together how to come around that darkened wall
Our pain can produce a voice for all to hear
Make a stand.... speak up and listen with our ears
They didn't need the sea
nor words
but a ploy to escape
their own dulled image
familiar faces and spaces
weary conversations
a place away
where the mind rested
and silence filled the cracks
healed the holes
to a whole
contented in being there
in the room for two
counting day's pick
smelling dead shells
feeling sea in their cells
and when the night was high
surrendering to sleep.
Hope is not in the situations going on around us.
Hope is not on what we can do for ourselves either.
Hope is not something tangible that is of this world.
But Hope is on things that are not yet seen by us.
But Hope is on the Living Savior God Lord Jesus.
On what he is doing for us and at times through us.
Hope is being able to smile even though everything  is..
falling apart all around, even though we are really hurting.
For Hope is something that Christ has put within our hearts.
 Jun 2017
Pax
often tough times taught us to write.






© pax
I'll leave this quote to everyone...
thanksss....
 Jun 2017
Polar
When life feels suspended by a delicate thread
Change is inevitable
I sometimes feel stifled
Tightly constricted
Like a chrysalis
Struggling against transformation
I oppose the transition
And need more time to adapt
Today
A butterfly tapped against my window
Like change asking to come in
If I can comply with Grace
Maybe I too can transcend
And withstand the butterfly effect
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