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Two in the night isn't the right time
to be watched over by two eyes in silence
occasionally broken by a hushed voice
pack up sir, madam must be waiting sleepless.

Three in the night and he was right beside me
while the weary moon slanted to west
and dead insects lay on the floor
burned out by the joy of light.

Four in the night he was escorting me home
half a mile up the hill
when the stars were shedding light
fading with the dying night.

He died sometime after I left the island.

On sleepless nights he's there to see me off.
He could never be dead in my head.
In memory of my colleague BUK who died young.
He stood by my side all along my stay in the Andaman Nicobar Islands.
 May 2017
David Noonan
You're my fear
Everything that i hold dear
You hang on every word I say
As I pray, you won't grow
To one day, live that way
But to find your own words
Of world's old and new
That take you places
Beyond all that i once knew
Till that day, I'll always say
I'll carry your fear
Like a one true love
That i keep near
So grow my angel child
Take this life as you can
Be it one or be it many
Let it be dreams that you carry
And if you ever misstep
If you stumble or falter
I will always be humbled and proud
To be the one, to call you
Daughter
I will never stop loving too much,
Giving the entirety of my heart,

I will never stop believing in love,
Looking into souls and admiring their Uniqueness and individuality like Beautiful, imperfect art.

I will never stop seeing the world  
Through empathetic eyes,

I will never stop appreciating life,
No matter how many more times my
Heart silently cries.

I will never stop being true to myself,
I will fight until the very end,

I will never stop being kind to the world,
To every special, precious friend.

I will never stop appreciating nature
And solitude, my sacred love in life,

I will never stop wanting the best
For every child, man, and his wife.

I will never stop giving my all
To every person that I happen to meet,

I will never stop offering my pure heart And soul to anybody on the street.

I will never stop caring too much,
This is who I really am;
And I will always be who I am!

I will never stop being emotional, Sensitive, considerate, kind, Compassionate, and courteous,
Why? ... Because I can!

By Lady R.F. (C) 2017
 May 2017
Traveler
I've seen so many Poets
Come and then go
Who you really where
Guess I'll never know

A thousand avatars
Penned to my soul
Tell me why do Poets
Fade from there roles

Will you be here tomorrow
Or will you be on your way
Don't you have anything left
That you feel you want to say

Truth is
We never really
Knew each other
Anyways...
Traveler Tim
 May 2017
Leory Santana dawn
Wishing I knew the feeling of having you aside me on a cloudy day
rain on top of rain

I'm parched with your presence.
No escaping in mind
No escaping
My world folds

I've lived to dive in between your arms with a gentle breeze brushing against the tiny hairs on your neck. My precious limestone you are; the walking life in my existence you've came to be.

No telling in the time I'll crash
No space within my soul
My found soul no longer cold

Bring me to the day I'll wake up, my medium size hands touching my face, my breath getting heavier, and my heart skipping a beat

What a dream
What a dream
What a dream
You were

Too much to handle with my fantasy; your beautiful mind and feminism has over flooded  my mind with questions

Spear me I beg
Hear me

I'm full spiritually with hope that the day's will bring you back to me whole and not portions of my desires
No mind tricks from imagination

A one to love
A one to be loved
And a romantic death

I'll love you when those days become promising
I'll love you without the promising days

By: Leory Santana Dawn
 May 2017
grumpy thumb
She brushed the ash off her jeans, though managed to rub some in.
She separated the roses from the weeds, but a few petals ended up in the bin.
She tried to let him down gently, yet she managed to bruise his heart.
She is full of good intentions, but sometimes her plans fall apart.
I found so many things
when i finally decided
to clean out my closet,

Things that I had completely
forgotten that I had,
I don't even remember,
to this closet,
making each deposit.

I found boots
that were made for walking;
still brand new!
They were never
given the chance
to walk all over you,

Only because it's not something
that I, myself, would ever do!

I found my
Little Red Riding Hood cloak,
I found my basket too!

I found so many things in there
that I never really outgrew.

I found some old skeltons
hiding in there,
And some secrets
that I once felt
I had to keep,

I decided
to finally set them free;
I'll just tell everyone
that my closet
sprung a nasty leak!

By Lady R.F. (C) 2017
what remains is magnificent
liberation is simplicity
infinitely refracted
and luminous
survival is imminent
dominion of the elements
mastering our domain
and knowing our own identity
as often as the rain falls to earth
we must frequently reaffirm our self-worth
celebrate our existence
in silence and in kisses
symbols abound
that ground our existence
allow us to move upon the ethereal waters
feel me here
in love’s embrace
satiated as space
is holding us together
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