Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 Jan 2016 H J St
Devon Webb
We are critical.

We find flaws in
everything we see
because nobody
wants to write
about perfection,
even though sometimes
we wish we could just stay
staring into that
unblemished surface.

2. We are never satisfied.

We live our lives upon
mountains of
scrunched up
bits of refill and
ideas we gave up
trying to
express.

3. We never forget.

We write words about
eye contact made
three months ago
that we replay over
and over in our minds
even though it
stopped
being relevant.

4. We are fickle.**

Our emotions flash
from one
to the other
like strobe lighting that
disorientates us
until we feel as if
the world
will never be still.

5. We are exposed.

We don't know how
to keep our feelings
to ourselves so
we'll write them
down for
you to find
'accidentally'.

6. We are vulnerable.

We wear our
hearts on our sleeves
and won't lift a
muscle to fight back
if somebody tries
to break it
because we thrive
from the pain.

7. We will never stop.

We will never stop
feeling and
we will never stop
hurting,
we will never stop
breaking and
bleeding and
loving
even though the cycle
is endless
and we know what's
coming next.


We are addicted
to agony,
but we agonise
for the art.
It's worth it though.
 Jan 2016 H J St
P Venugopal
Split
 Jan 2016 H J St
P Venugopal
Sometimes I am as eloquent
as a tomb in a merry park.
Revelers fall silent in my presence.
And when they walk away,
their footsteps on the gravel path,
dumb with forebodings!

At other times I am a wild lily
that had escaped the gardener’s notice,
waltzing with the roses and dahlias,
to the pitch and fall of the breeze.

It disconcerts...
to be thus
conspicuous.
 Jan 2016 H J St
Miss Grim
Who Am I?
 Jan 2016 H J St
Miss Grim
My soul aches with longing
Gazing up at the sky
the twinkling stars above
That have probably already died
Burning light years away
But I feel it all too close
Star dust is in my bones
It's energy is my ghost
That shimmering star is me
A memory from my past
I gaze up at myself
It occurs to me at last
If only I could feel you
But my mind just seems to block
The soul that resides inside myself
That's yearning to be unlocked.
 Jan 2016 H J St
Matt Walsh
She
 Jan 2016 H J St
Matt Walsh
She
I wish there was something I could say
To take your breath away
But there isn’t.
I wish there was something I could do to hold you up
But you’re already there.
Your floating above me and I wish I was there
With your love, tried and true.

I’m your biggest kept secret
If only you knew the right place to keep it
There’s more to me and you
You know what you have to do
Keep our love tried and true.

Just last with me until the light
We’ll fight together to make it right
Grab my hand and we’ll both take flight
Destroy this preventer, this keeper
Time, which only gets steeper
And pulls on our love, tried and true.

Finding no cure, seeing He has won
We scramble as the shards fired from His gun
Keep pushing and pulling and morphing our one
Love, tried and true.

As day comes up we vanish with the night,
Its as if there was never that flight,
Time to heal and become anew,
Washed away with the morning dew,
Forever our love, tried and true.
Any suggestions are welcome!
Next page