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Love is loving more.

I breath in, and gasp,
surprised that you are mine.

I breath out, and sigh,
relieved to be yours.

breathing becomes harder,
now that you are mine.
 Jul 2012 Grace Anderson
PrttyBrd
Misunderstood and overwhelmed

Testy and dissatisfied

Apprehensive and alone

Shaken and yet stirred

Confusion isn't crazy

Crazy isn't stupid

Just because there is silence

Does not mean you are not heard
copyright©PrttyBrd 30/09/2009
A search for self-
What will I find?
Things that help-
My heart and mind.

My heart brings joy,
But sometimes pain.
I see me as a boy,
And start feeling sane.

My mind brings reason,
But sometimes confusion.
I change like seasons,
Creating an illusion.

Do I believe the uncertain,
Or trust only what I see?
I have found a curtain,
And behind it was me...
This is a recent dream I've had. I've had it more than once so I figure it's important. Although dreams can be very vague, I'm going to start writing these reflections of my dreams in the form of poetry. I have found that it helps me understand the meaning of each dream a lot more. Enjoy!
The squeeky wiper wakes me
the windscreens already dry
No lights in sight for miles
and I've come down from my high

Noisy nonsense in my head
frustrates me to death
the crazyness of it all
cannot be told in one breath

The capital S ruins me
but, the man finally stands
Because since he did it
he no longer holds the world in his hands

Shoulders can grow stronger
and skin so much thicker
but no one can weave through your thoughts
from the place you call your wicker.

The capital S ruins me
and I dwindle away
there is nothing left to do
nothing meaningful to say

Pictured this so different
but it blew up in my face
not leaving would leave a gap in me
but staying, just a little space

You mirrored me as I plead my case
It was a rational knee **** reaction
but right then me without you
was the only right subtraction

The Capital S dominates me
It has inherited my hateful soul
for once I was broken
now I am an empty barren hole.

— The End —