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Erin Atkinson Jan 2015
It's as if my body were the ocean.
Eyes of constellation,
                                     I wonder
                     what it was like
       the first time you
were so in love
It hurt.
Did you bend an break
                at your bough?
a shipwreck more beautiful
                       because unmovable
            and your blue skies clouded
Some beautiful substance, you are.
           Sometimes it's a burden.
                  Others, it's poetry
Erin Atkinson Jan 2015
And this.
This is what
it could
be like.


                                                                                                   And this.
                                                                                              This is what
                                                                                                    it almost
                                                                                                    was like.
Erin Atkinson Jan 2015
a calm just as much for yourself,
as for anyone else.
Remember in the sweet breeze,
you do so much for others
just by humming.
and Remember that you, too,
get enjoyment from it.
Erin Atkinson Jan 2015
I should have flowed
                         like the ocean
         but i only know
how to
            drip
                    like a
                              faucet
And I should have told you
that when you kiss me,
                         it feels like the sun:
           Warm
        and Sweet
And that my favorite ones
         are on my
                     back
when you think
                            I'm asleep
Erin Atkinson Oct 2014
The absurdity
is in the conclusion,
                                   but it's also
                                          the cliff
                  from which I jumped
From Chaos,
                      To Chaos.
                                             All that is left
                              is a futile attempt to understand
                                       the silly habit of living:
    *A constant battle between
Order          and          Disorder
Erin Atkinson Oct 2014
i wish

                                i could say
                            those incredibly
                   Romantic              phrases:
                         That ******* Face.
                            I see it everywhere.


but it's missing.
Erin Atkinson Oct 2014
.        Child of the stars
                Chaos, incarnate,
      hold your heart still.
          Your
             Tiny
              Perfect
          Human
   Existence;
        My king of a mountain of Ash.
                                                            ­         You
are the song you couldn't write
      and it's frustrating
                                         because you
are still standing.
        Still Breathing.
                             Wild
                       Hurricane
                  Heart,
I didn't know that stars
                       Could break
         before I met you.
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