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 Mar 2019
skye
the moon sees it all
and yet
it doesn't say a thing
tragic.
 Mar 2019
Jen
We don’t get
Those seconds back
Don’t look back
So fast
Or the memories
Might not last
Everything
Reminds me
Of when
You were here
The lessons
You taught me
Along the way
The laughs we
Had and the
Tears we cried
That time when
I had reached
The edge
& could take
No more
You remained
Calm to help
Me endure
Even though
You yourself
Were barely
Holding on
You’re now
Gone
But not
Forgotten
The memories
I’ll keep here
Forever
Until I’m
Where you rest
A tribute to my father.  He passed away on 12/20/18 after battling terminal illness for many years. Despite everything he went through in life, he was there for me through some really difficult times. He drove over 1,000 miles to be with me for as long as he could while I was battling cancer and slept on my couch, drove me to chemo, and was a rock in a lot of ways despite not being in good health himself.  I remember having a panic attack at one point while we sat in the car before going into one of my doctor appointments. He sat there very calm and quiet and offered his best advice.  Now that he is gone, I feel like I never had the chance to thank him enough for everything he did. Just letting it out here.
 Feb 2019
GaryFairy
I can feel the gravity
savage sadness grabbing me

like a stabbing agony
panicking heartbeat rapidly

like a drastic atrophy
my own tapestry of travesty

applicable calamity
catastrophe is my canopy

the faculty of tragedy
with no strategy for amnesty

the laxity of sanity
I can feel the gravity
 Jan 2019
Hannah Marie
Thumb through each vertabrae
Please
don't startle the moths
Powdered wings express explicitly
the decay of contentment
Each flutter hides a flame with sand
between the nape and dissonance within
Internal fermentation is aroused
by the tumult of emptiness
These spaces swallow matter
aiming to defeat nothing
Stave off synaptic transmission at the precipice of compunction
Illumination met with rosey shades
is it an opposite or reflection?
At the painted canvas of tethered flesh
muscles fail to quiver
There's nothing left but knots
fibers intertwined to climb down
An infinite
drop
 Jan 2019
laura
egg whites
Cold and sunny— to be honest
you’re the only person
it shines on these days

negligent happiness
******* poking through
the egg white sheets we lay in
I’d
rather be featured amongst the

dead

than
dreamless amongst the

living
 Jan 2019
Lily Barrett
Pretend it all away
Believe only the good things will stay
Try not to think about it at all
Instead lock it behind a wall
Use a chain and a lock
And of it never talk

Pretend it all away
Then the days won’t be so grey
Everything is okay, everything is good
Everything is as it should
Don’t let it in
And keep it hidden within

Pretend it all away
And create a new way
To go about life’s travels
As the story slowly unravels
What has been seen
Is all caught in the in-between

Live to the last day
And pretend it all away
fake it until you make it...
 Dec 2018
caroline
petals braided in her golden curls
a downright hippie child
chasing down the sunlight
with her bare feet running wild

spilling secrets from a wicker basket
that i picked up one day
to quell my curiosity
amongst the trees that sway

it whispered sweet songs in my ear
and filled my heart with honey
it taught me to feel colorfully
and smile when it gets sunny

i hope, one day, i’ll pay her back
wherever she may be
amongst the fairies or the leaves
wherever she feels free
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