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As if bound
and chained
to a rock
in the middle
of a vast, hot
desert,
I wait;
Praying for
a salvation
which might
come eventually...
*...Maybe.
Inspired...
 May 2015 Colten White
Ysa Pa
I have no idea what I'm doing
I'm clueless on what's happening
I only know one thing with certainty
It's that you were supposedly  my infinity

From the moment you walked through that door
I knew that there was so much more
As soon as you said hello
I looked forward to our tomorrow

Months passed, we grew close
We knew each other from our head to our toes
The more time spent with you, the more I fell
I guess I was under your spell

I managed to decode your complicated pieces
And one of the things I realized is
You needed a hand to hold through life's disasters
A best friend and not a lover

You needed a wall, you needed a shoulder
Someone to lean on anytime and whenever
You said I gave you strength and power
And that you see me as a sister

That pained me in more  ways than one could imagine
In reply, I gave you a warm grin
I was your friend, a sister and nothing more
But you are the gallant knight I adore

Accepting that we would never be more than friends
And since I don't want our bond to end
Even if it's hard for me to say...
Dear best friend, we are better of  *this way
Even though I was able to write this... I can't seem to bid farewell to my true emotions for him....
I bid you all a fond farewell
As these bones turn to dust in capitalist shackles.
No more will my voice be silenced
By gender roles and repression.
My foremothers gave me my rights nearly a century ago
And you still act like it’s pocket change.
No more.

I will rise above this consumerist nation
And be heard.
Feminism means equality, not women over men.
Don’t take offense when I lock my car doors.
You’ve proven yourselves untrustworthy.
“Not all men.”
But enough men.

I am not backing down; I am not giving in.
I am breaking free of conformity,
Barely comfortable in the skin you told me was imperfect.
Flip-flopping your beliefs; I am never good enough for you.
But I will always be good enough for myself.
 May 2015 Colten White
ryn
Captured
 May 2015 Colten White
ryn
Let me be captured by the night.
Engrossed in the conversation
between the stars.
Syncopated twinkling like...
thousands of fireflies
trapped within sealed jars.

Let me be enslaved by the moon.
As I drink her glow in
greedy insatiable gulps.
Crestfallen...
Her beam with an agenda...
As the landscape she sculpts.

Let me be ensnared by my solitude.
But I hear crickets...
Chirping and chipping away at my
bastion of dreamstate.
Persistent calls
I try to shun
that never abates.

Let me be trapped in my thoughts.
So I could harness...
And immortalise them in
indelible careless scribbles.
Erecting and...
Rebuilding them from the
rubble of conflicting squabbles.

Let me be overwhelmed
by the mess of my being...**
Let me wallow
Then emerge strong from this
decrepit state of mind.
Let me breathe heavy from my
punctured lungs.
So I could heal in time before
true solace
in this dark,
I would find.
 May 2015 Colten White
Madhurima
If I was told to describe
What 
I felt for you
On a sheet of paper 

I would tear it up, burn it
And let the dust of the ashes
Cloud up my lungs.
It's really just a couple of sentences, but I thought it was worth sharing. Cheers!
 May 2015 Colten White
Neen
If I could send you a song
I'd send you the rain
Because hunny I'm pouring my heart out
The thunder rolling gently in the distance is me whispering your name
And the gentle shower like kisses on your face

My passion is a storm
Cause I'm sending you
The brazen caress of strong winds and strong hands
The crack of hot white lightning up your spine
As I touch you where you like
Every drop sliding down your skin my kiss
The thunder booms out my desire
As the howling wind tussling your hair gives away our pleasure
Do you feel me there?
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