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 Sep 2016 Deeba
ryn
(Un)Alone
 Sep 2016 Deeba
ryn
Tonight I flicker dimmer than most
I'm alone with everyone here
Stabbing their plates and proposing their toasts

Tonight I feel my wings but they're in cuffs
I'm alone with everyone here
Speaking their words, laughing their laughs

Tonight I bear the arrows of discreet little leers
I'm alone with everyone here
Silently goading me with their mocks and jeers

Tonight I hear whispers muttered inaudible
I'm alone with everyone here
Inconspicuous fingers pointed under tables

Tonight I write but my ink weighs heavy
I'm alone with everyone here
They pile on my thoughts, usurping the calm...
Inciting a mind full of anarchy
 Sep 2016 Deeba
LeV3e
Kingdom
 Sep 2016 Deeba
LeV3e
Everytime I close my eyes
I look to find the fire in the sky.
The light that burned your
Image to my mind forever more
I can still feel your lips on mine.
If I could go back in time,
And hold that moment with you
I'd stay in that World, and call it
The kingdom of heaven.
Can you remember what it was like?
When you touched my hand and
Walked into my arms, and
We kissed. Then we kissed again,
And I have never been that happy since.
My only wish is to remake that moment with you
Every single day, for
As long as I remain here,
Tied to this plane where
Time steals away my
Hopes for infinity.
 Sep 2016 Deeba
LeV3e
Blister
 Sep 2016 Deeba
LeV3e
If I could list off your flaws
I'd put my name at the top.
Not your acne, that doesn't bother me.
Not your shaggy hair, three days *****.

If I could pile up your shortcomings
I'd seat myself upon a throne.
Not your blissfully ignorant youth.
Not your wistfully exaggerated woes.

If I could collect all the darkness
I've ever witnessed in your acts
I'd keep it closest to my heart
Where my shadow holds onto addiction.

Despite our differences, my sweet sinner
That which makes you ugly, makes you human,
And if I am to ever love your ruin.
I'll learn to love my hate for blisters.
 Sep 2016 Deeba
Sally Tsoutas
Staked
to slate
by ache
and fatigue,
unmoved am i
not a breath
drawn nor exhaled
as the blistering sun
traverses
a merciless sky
like a snail.
I close my eyes
and feel the pulse
i've become,
baked, a beating
continuum.
I actually wrote this a long time ago one hot summer after work. Sometimes a state of absolute bone weariness can permeate one's whole being.
 Sep 2016 Deeba
Sally Tsoutas
High
 Sep 2016 Deeba
Sally Tsoutas
Tough day done
not a bit too soon.
Flies down the
freeway, shouts to a tune
with the window wide.
Hair out wild, let the
wheels run home.
And there, slapped
round and high on
a chamomile sky lies the
lilac moon like a poem.
She sings a Spring wind
and sighs out loud
as the day
dies.
A long working week is surrendered to everything beautiful about Friday, Spring and the moon.
I laugh at the sound
    of the wind
As it echoes through my mind
Telling me stories of memories
     I had previously left behind
  with caricatures of faces
I can no longer remember in reality
      And songs from past places
That bring me down
         with the emotional gravity
And I was my thoughts spin around
                 and around
    I get dizzy from the intensity
                and my sanity
        Can no longer be found
                 Yet
I can still hear the wind
      And I laugh at the sound
 Sep 2016 Deeba
Autumn Rose
Yesterday I
opened my old
poetry book, when
I found a pressed
autumn leaf.
Its fragrance took
me back in time,
back in that cold rainy day
Then I was so young
and beautiful
when it got caught in
my hair by the
mischievous wind,
bathed in sky's tears.
But now it's dried
And it will never
be as it was before.
Just like me...
Today i really did find an old autumn leaf pressed in my old poetry book. It brought back so many memories.
Good times...
 Sep 2016 Deeba
Autumn Rose
Many people see
stars on the night sky.
But i see only a
graveyard whose candles
are still lit on the graves,
even though they are
long exstinguished by the angels
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