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 Oct 2014
Jevaugn
Scribble, scribble, let the pen
Strike infinite scripts
Of ancient runes in syncopatic grooves  
Spilling my roots
In open blends of hues
Transfused and
Transfixed in haze
The truest fade
It bade me to tip - toe
Amongst hybrid visions
Indigenous to the deepest blues
The realest thing to me and you
Is the mind and spirit...
The mind and spirit...
The reciprocal.
The body.
Peripheral.
 Oct 2014
Kelly Rose
Sometimes
It is so easy
To fall
Allowing those dark feelings
To take root
Sometimes
It is so hard
To get up
And allow the sunshine in
Sometimes
A battle rages on
And on
Never ending
Leaving one Exhausted
10/04/2014
 Oct 2014
PrttyBrd
hearts bought and sold on whimsy
dark secrets screamed aloud
resonate in empty heart chambers
dislodging logic
as ripples shift sense to passion

sold for a song
bought for practice
eyes open, heart shut
heart open, eyes shut
bubbling cauldrons
casting spells
deeper, deeper, deeper down
darkness blinds normality
and bends reality

let go/ hold on
tighter, until hands weaken
watching shadows of self
chasing shadows of yesterday
fear or excitement
aroused or afraid

enchanting eyes in navy winter
trust a stranger and lose yourself
trust yourself and lose a connection
tied in musky fog
to the inside of another
chained to that which claimed you
for nothing more than cupidity
2414
 Sep 2014
bones
The night
the moon started
to drip
a silver drop
fell from
it's tip
and carved
in the dark
the sweep
of an arc
so fine
we thought heaven
had split.
 Sep 2014
Liz Hill
I've barely known you for a month,
And yet I can't get you off of my mind.
Why do I feel this irrisistible pull toward you?
I have a tendency toward this, you know.
Fall hard.
Fall fast.
You'd think I didn't get enough love as a child.
Because when it comes to your love,
I'm a child begging for more.
You are my ice cream dipped in chocolate,
You are my insatiable craving.
But I don't know what to say
Or how to say it.
So when I say the right thing,
And you smile at me,
I'm a child.
And I'll do everything I can
To hear your laugh,
And see your smile,
Again,
And again,
And again.
And the brighter your smile,
The harder,
And deeper,
And faster
I fall.
 Sep 2014
Liz Hill
Changed in an instant.
"Marked".
They say that time heals all wounds,
But even as Father Time ticks forward,
They never disappear,
They only become
Faded.
Written back in eleventh grade.
 Sep 2014
ThePoet
Cry me an ocean,

not a river

I like depth,

not flow

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