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The misty sprites in speckled shadows
dance among the ferns on the forest floor.
Hemlock and western red cedar giants
tower above the fungus jungle on the rotting leaves.
The sun alters the smell of rain,
and a light wind coaxes the wet from the branches.
I think as quietly as I can
because I am an intruder.
He pushed play
He said "Hey"

But he pressed fast forward
And leaned inward

So I pressed play
We could've kissed all day

He pressed pause
There were a few flaws

I pressed play
I thought it'd be okay

He hit stop
Was I too over the top?

Ether way,
I want to press replay
Not over you
Did you really think you weren't
the brightest light in me?
Spent so long trying to close my eyes
I forgot how much
I loved to see you smile
So much excitement in a feeling;
loved to hold you on the street
and see you through the eyes of strangers
The curious stains of red
and lunch dates with our secret
Through online definitions
we found new ways to test a friend.
Woman slipping through my fingertips,
You were the most beautiful thing
I’d ever seen.
No, I didn't love you
the way I used to
but that never meant
I wouldn't miss you

                                                         *terribly.
Copyright
Tessa Calogaras 2016
 Jan 2016 Hang Nguyen
saint
Shade
 Jan 2016 Hang Nguyen
saint
The sun can be too intense at times.
That's why under the palm trees, I lie.
I close my eyes to feel the wind travel between my thighs.
My heart sways ferociously faster than the tide.
And I'm always sadened by the sky.
Everytime I lift my head up I see teal.
Realized too late that it would affect how I feel.
Thats why, under the palm trees, I lie.
Place the leaves on top of my face,
I mask my expressions with haste.
I slow down the world to compensate for my heart in race.
And somehow my two hands aren't enough to lace.
Sunshine leaks through the leaves I placed.
It seems like I'm uncomfortable in every living space.
Because everythings beating at once,
My head throbs and my heart overdramatically makes a fuss.
Life hasn't handed me anything but limes,
My pockets are filled with nothing but dimes,
And as the wilting leaves fall to their death,
I cling harder to the soft grass.
I wipe the leaves off my face and lift my head up at last.
I look up in teal and notice that
The sun can be too intense at times.

Which is why under the palm trees, I lie.
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