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Concept: your body has always been anchored by nightmares, locked to the earth by the creeping cold in your bones. One day the sun breaks through a winter sky, melting the ice inside you and letting sleep hold you for but a moment.
And in that moment, that fleeting minute of light,
A dream grew wings.
Is there anyone out there with a soul like mine ?
That demands so much more of itself than it can give
That takes more from the world than it could ever hold
Is there anyone who dreams of forests and oceans
Of light that seeps through everything,
Emanating from your own self
I have been searching for words so I may beckon you closer
But please , I don’t want your words
I want your heart and it’s brightness
I ache for what I do not know
Bleed for what has never cut me
There are dreams I have not had yet but I know them
Like I know my own eyes
I beg you, if you see my eyes in your dreams
Do not dismiss me, nor forsake me,
Do not forget that we have known each other
Lifetimes and lifetimes ago
I am always sleeping under earth
vines entwined with my limbs
a leaf over each eye
My heart is the slowness of flower
bashful in my blooming
tilting towards the brightest sun
ever still a restless dreamer
tripping over roots in my haste
to get to the wellspring of myself
everything is humming in symphony
my blood is singing back
bedded against the soil
i am a cacophony of life
Almost 600 poems
Almost 16 thousand words
I feel I’ve given empty pages
Said nothing of any worth
I am the sun in all it’s colour
Brightly shining from a seed
Turning slowly with the seasons
For spring where I exceed
I make my way across the earth
Unending in my greed
Yellow petal and smiling stem
But still
Just a ****
I am sinking again
I am scared of the monsters
And their weight on the bed
The way they curl around me
Trail fingers over my skin
Leave tar black oil in their wake
And still make me shiver
I can feel their kisses on my spine
Each one a glancing dagger wound
And still I arch my back for them
Their tongues are on the inside of my thighs
Teeth bruising and sharp at my skin
They are making a wound out of me
In the dark I am toyed with
By the curling malice of them
Sleeping with my sorrows
******* all my fears
I beg to be destroyed
Just once more
Sorrow sits at the head of the table
eyes downcast and mouth pinched
Strife is to her left, seething
fork clutched like a dagger
Agony remains at the right
silent as a heartbreak
Greed and Grief, the twins
parallel and smirking over their plates
Triumph faces Sorrow
sinking into her chair, wretched and low
Peace is in their centre
bleeding all over the cloth
apple in her broken mouth
They are having lamb for dinner
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