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 May 2018 fez
E. E. Cummings
i will wade out
                        till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                       Alive
                                                 with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                       in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
                                            Will i complete the mystery
                                            of my flesh
I will rise
               After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
             And set my teeth in the silver of the moon
 Apr 2018 fez
Valerie
home
 Apr 2018 fez
Valerie
i was trying to find a home in you,
but i realize the only way i ever will
is to build my own.
 Apr 2018 fez
Sarah Swan
I am so tired,
of this life,
of the world around me.

I want to fly away,
from this

I want to drown myself,
in deep, blue sea.

And then,
breathe again.
different air.

         Sarah S.
 Apr 2018 fez
Aeya Jean Johnson
I am lost.
Yet,
Something is telling me you are just like me.
Maybe
We were put in the darkness
To find each other.
Scibile Definition: Something which it is possible to know.
 Apr 2018 fez
Lost Soul
Lost
 Apr 2018 fez
Lost Soul
I'm crying for help but silence is what they see
Smiling but the wounds are too deep
Do you see the pain?
Everyone's shoulder... but where's his?
They say he's such a nice kid
Give him an Oscar he earned it
He's putting on a grade A performance
Playing the role but never playing himself
It's a cold world when you're in it by yourself
 Apr 2018 fez
Vale Luna
(read forward, then backward, line by line)

I ran.
Not knowing what else to do
There was so much blood on my hands
It was mine
The kitchen knife
Caught in my chest
Guilt
Consumed by
Fear
I was heightened by
Adrenaline
But running on
Wasn’t enough
While trying to stay calm,
Losing control
It was me that would end up
Dead. Because
He was
In front of me
The whole time
It was too late
Trapped
I found myself
Locked in chains
My fate was
Death.
Forward: from the victims perspective.
Backward: from the murderers perspective.

This TOOK ME FOREVER TO WRITE

— The End —