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Almost a year has past since you've been gone,
I always thought when growing up you and I would go on and on,
We'll out live our husbands that's what you'd always say,
It really broke my heart the day you past away,
We were going to grow old together get a house for just
us two,
One with a big varanda and an even bigger view,
Where we'd sit in our rocking chairs and let the old yarns fly,
About memories we cherished from years gone by,
But you left me and I miss you,
You were my sister you were my friend,
The one that I'd go to if I needed to mend,
I wish I could have one minute to tell you how I feel,
I'd have taken on your pain if it had helped you to heal,
So where ever your spirit may be my message to you
Sheree is
I love you and I miss you
My sister Sheree passed away 16yrs ago
From breast cancer
I wished for every star to align
But the Night Sky meant not to create a constellation
In the shape of
You and I
 May 2017 Danielle Petrin
Polar
I feel we're living the last days of Versailles
As beauty fades before my eyes
Convinced as I am
The gods owe us time,
I'd destroy this world
To keep what's mine.

My universe is necrotising
As I stumble through ruins
And colour drains away.

I bargain for time...

Throughout the many lives we've lived before knowing only each time we return,
To experience full transfiguration
You have to be willing to burn.
 May 2017 Danielle Petrin
morgan
**** me with a bullet
that smells of cigarettes
and Sundays
and bitter sweet tea
and sweet bitter goodbyes
**** me with a sword
laced in band practice
encased in a sleeve of rain water
and rose petals
and midnight cries
Night is just night,
without it being told that
it should be dark
and sunless.

It is what it is,
by its own definition.
It does not need stars to shine
In order to make darkness meaningful.

Still, the stars shine.
They do what they do
Without self-acknowledgement,
They simply do.

Be.
Like night and stars
And meaningfulness
And Self-acknowledgement.
 May 2017 Danielle Petrin
Jasmin
i never knew silence that much
until that very afternoon
when i tried so much
to hold my teardrops
and hide the sobs
that were exploding inside
my weary body
and my wrecked soul

i wonder,
if i was found dead that day,
would they think 'twas suicide
or would the police say,
"she was slain by the silence
that was enclasped within her solitude"?
"she didn't want to take her life, she was murdered by the messes life threw at her." the police added
 May 2017 Danielle Petrin
J
Storm
 May 2017 Danielle Petrin
J
cold as the ocean
she flows like rain
down the street
to the water again

devoid of colour
she splashes and cries
under the lamps
with no light in her eyes

crackling like thunder
she sits by the river
toes in the water
and cobble beneath her

grey as the clouds  
her salty tears shine
she loses control
to the storm of her mind
 May 2017 Danielle Petrin
JDK
Worm
 May 2017 Danielle Petrin
JDK
Your alternate universe is full of plot* holes,
but at least you're the star.
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