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 Aug 2017
Wanderer
I've been wandering
My mind following the static pull of fingertip
Along sharp frames that no longer focus clearly
Gentle shakes do little to dislodge the fog
It surrounds
Suffocates
Comforts
I lie naked amongst the ruin of four years ago
An ache that just won't ease
Please don't presume to know the taste of this poison
Apathy to you, maybe
Yet this dredge and I are very old friends
Unburdened with the need of your half-formed opinion
Not back...but something. Hurting. Missing the cathartic glow of late night hellopoetry screen.
 Aug 2017
Elizabeth Burns
Ai
I am at loss
I find that it is a Poetic injustice
Poetic injustice I say!
This fading of romance
And doe eyes filled with love
Romance is crucial!
Don't you see it
She breathes it
It's what she was taught!
That all this would be laced with romance
What a sham this is
Romance dies
And it left me behind
To stare down
At this Poetic injustice!
 Jul 2017
caroline
i hope someday i can love you enough that you forget the names of all the girls before me
 Jul 2017
Tina RSH
Behind the veil of truth, there is love
The charcoal sketch of your beautiful face
That no artist could ever paint, but God himself
The warmth of your hands, that no fire can produce,
Makes my heart melt right through my chest
Where my love for you sleeps like a baby
I would savour the taste of your lips
Just the way champagne tickles my tongue
And tea burns my throat on a freezing day
I pray for the sun to never rise, after you are gone
I pray for this earth not to exist
When you step into the heavens above,
I pray for my bones to be broken,
When your touch is no longer there to give them strength,
A simple tender touch, that keeps my bones in their place.
And you, pulled into my embrace,
Where the universe continues to live, while it has died everywhere else.
Your smooth skin under my gentle caress,
Feels like raindrops falling onto the ground
Death may come and take away the flesh,
Life, however, winds on between your soul and mine!
For life never stops between two lovers.
Sure enough everyone's had that special someone, unreachable, to write about..
 Jul 2017
Tina RSH
Behold! My sorrow storms straight through daylight.
And not on the last stroke of midnight, when demons sleep.
To entangle me with its invisible ropes, ropes tugging me tight.
Twisted, Swooned, crushed, haemorrhaging deep.

Labyrinth of shame, heralding my doom, looming ever close.
Earning waste with each second more, till sudden salvation.
That scarce shall cast upon my dim verse hugely verbose.
Inside this too stagnant a mind flows nothing but indignation.

Malaise made manifest with the profusrness of a poet's pain,
Entitled as imbalanced brain, a fresh sign of insanity.
Idle hours thrown away like confetti and time spent in vain
Narrow words written by young hands but a spirit of mundanity.

Morbid fascinations of mine with this lack of hope.
End so soon as I leave this world, unable to cope.
 Jul 2017
Tina RSH
I have travelled from the lands
Of an unknown master that used to be you.
To a distant destiny, a residue
Of silent tears I shed past midnight
For the absence of you.
My throat clogged with screams.
My lips apart for expected moans
And eyes tight shut!
Crying over the absence of you.
The Absence of you
In a world so empty of light
And full of must-dos
Spinning in my head
Lies an imperfect dream
Of holding your hand
In the morning dew.
Tina RSH ©
14.04. 17
 Jul 2017
chris
grab a plate and throw it on the ground

       - okay, done.

did it break?

       - yes.

now say sorry to it.

       - sorry.

did it go back to the way it was before?

       - no.

do you understand?
 Jul 2017
chris
a I
he kissed
her like her lips
were air
and he couldn't

*breathe
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