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Infatuation took a hold of my hand,
And occupied the volume of my mind.
The gravitational pull, I couldn’t withstand,
So I succumbed to the strength of the bind.
Drowning in profound sentiment,
Engulfed in a captivating tide,
Basking in divine contentment,
Much more than a feeling when you're by my side.
doll face
lavender thighs
rose gold heartbeat
alternate endings tracing cheekbones
like broken glass
your sawdust jawline

summertime soiree
knee-buckling faith
a mouthful of metaphors
forevers
daisy chained couplets
some purple skylines

feathers
cotton
hushed loving between
celestial bodies
grapefruit and coconut sugar
closing time

deities not quite worshiped
revered
hightop/high heel
purple jolly rancher
dress and tie
fingertips

hips swaying from side to side
windchimes
music
moments
love or truth
now or never

healing
breathless
full of life
merry-go-round mindset
happy dizzy
revolve around the sun
summer is approaching but the weather is cool
you look at me again
you touch me
and i think i might
erode/
slip through
your fingers

knowing you won't let go
i drink my lavender tea
with agave nectar
so when you finally kiss me
you will taste
the gardens
you've planted

i can feel my heart race
like it's running somewhere
far away from here
and i decide
that it's running somewhere
with yours

nothing else matters
no matter what happens
How mystical you dance,
Skipping over the surface,
I peek out the window,
Just for a look,
Into your shimmering soul,
As you provide life,
Thoughts of your value,
Whilst you descend,
On moonlit nights
As we struggle for air
Waves crash black bones,
Trees subjugate,
Flocks congregate,
Lost, like dog without bone,
We wither away endlessly
Without a say,
but remain warm
For arms of open joy,
As we fear we might lose
A place we once built,
But remain blind
Of her flawless beauty.
 May 2017 Emily Jennie
Kon Grin
Anna-banana,

Keep your vessel shared,
Keep its match along the wind.
Sixty million thousand metres
Seem no job with people in.

Keep your heart shut open,
Keep its tempo up the beat.
Sixty seconds on a sofa
Are eternity with (pointing at myself)
The greatest Russian poet, Pushkin, worshipped the simplicity. Let me worship him.
 May 2017 Emily Jennie
Aubrie M
I don't know who I am
anymore

feeling empty
like something's missing

I'm just another zombie
among the streets

walking
waiting
endlessly

i

feel          so          ­   high

in             the            sky

like             a            cloud

fading in

fading out

i'm
      f
       a
         l
          l
           i
            n
             g  
               down
                      
               again

what am I supposed to believe in?
the heartless truth
or these blissful lies?

I'm just another dreamer
among the streets

wishing
waiting
endlessly
some old lyrics of mine I found... I was never able to finish it
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