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Autumn’s still yawning.
Sunlight seeps between
a few trees and leaves pools
of yellow drool.

A crow nearby looks up,
a black speck
climbs the steps
but then, as a bullet, it’s gone.

Moss, like acne
tiptoeing up the track
around my feet
stains the ground green.

A broken-bone crack,
a twig split in two
joins other brunette arms and legs
strewn everywhere.

Clouds begin to blush
silver above my head.
I hope I get home
before they start to weep.
Written: October 2013.
Explanation: A poem written for my third year of university about a park in the town where I live. Please note as this piece is for a class, it is likely to change over the next few weeks.
I'm trendy, dress well, drive a car that others drive
I look my best, I make my way, in order to survive
But, when I go out shopping, I just can find stuff to buy
The racks are always empty, there's just no need to try
Leather coats, snappy shoes and five hundred dollar jeans
These express just who I am, and everything that means
I get the glasses, drink the drinks, buy what the ads all say
Is the hottest, newest, greatest thing out there on this day
My size is always missing from the racks of fancy stuff
The stores say it's a minor thing, they didn't get enough
It's ok I think, tomorrows thing is already a hot trend
I'll soothe my damaged ego, it won't take it long to mend
I'll cut my hair, and buy the clothes like all the others...see
For I'm an INDIVIDUAL...and that's what makes me...me!
Grab the keys
The truck is full
Let's head out
hit the road
It's Friday
Time to party
A teenage
secret code

Tweets are out
Friends are set
It's party time
tonight
We're going
out in secret
We'll be home
Before daylight

Going on a back road ride
Deep into the night
Going on a back road ride
It will be out of sight
Going on a back road ride
Won't be back until the morn
Going on a back road ride
In the fields beyond the corn

We're teenagers
It's what we do
It's how we find
out who we are
Like our parents
did before us
We're following
Our star

We learn
about each other
We learn
Where we should go
We set a path
Into the future
With the star
From long ago

Going on a back road ride
Deep into the night
Going on a back road ride
It will be out of sight
Going on a back road ride
Won't be back until the morn
Going on a back road ride
In the fields beyond the corn
 Oct 2013 heather
RWDean
It should have rained today,
But it was bright and windy,
With white clouds climbing
Over the mountains,
Like flocks of sheep.
I made believe I was the shepherd,
Chasing after my cloud-sheep,
Sitting on mountain tops,
Playing my flute,
A song that would make you
Smile.
But you weren’t there,
And the wind
Blew the sheep away,
And it really should have
Rained today.
 Oct 2013 heather
Olivia Mercado
Singing angels of the deep
****** me into quasi-sleep
To wander far-off shores.

I see the sky of molten lead
I see the waves, restless and dead
The souls that sing no more -

Piercing cry and banshee's wail
Sound from behind the heavy veil
Of immortality.

Monsters, lovers, all the same
In this dark and dreary dream --
The veil keeps you from me.
 Oct 2013 heather
little flower
The drops of water that come from the sky,
Look beautiful
And elegant
I stare at the clouds in awe
They move in such a fluid manner that it
Captures my eye,
I wish it would start pouring
Hard,
Against the pavement
I want to be drenched and have my hair
Stick to
My face
I want my mascara to smear and
Run down my cheeks,
Let the rain wash out
My worries, regrets and
Doubts
Let them flow away in a stream of release
 Oct 2013 heather
EJ Aghassi
Covered in mud composed
Of sticks & stones
So I'll never know
How bright I could glow

born in a rain cloud
bitter to the bone

My days filled with ways
To keep from feeling alone

There are no shortcuts
or such thing as luck

So instead there is beer
Joints and pity *****

I can't tell you what the future brings
I have no grasp on that sort of thing

And when I start mumbling curses
Please darling ignore me

Because I can still say I love
you in the morning
 Oct 2013 heather
JCkilledme
(i)
cover up all the mirrors in your room.
you may not be perfect but you are ******* beautiful and you are so much more than smoke in the mirror.
you are more than just bones and muscle.
you need to know that you are more than your three dimensional existence.

(ii)
throw away all your knives
and your lighters
i know you think that sometimes you need to cover yourself in artwork made from red ink and pink rubbery skin to remind yourself you can still feel, but remember "the red water of the bathtub cannot change the color of the sea at all".

(iii)
Eat.
your body is a temple, not an abandoned house.
you do not get to starve it of happiness or demolish it with your hatred
you cannot crucify your own skin just because you feel like its getting hard to breathe
stop using the excuse of wanting to be health, or vegan because every time you do that, you're letting your demons win

(iv)
its okay if you go to bed without him
i know you think that you need him to save you
that perhaps he will heal all your wounds
but he won't
sometimes, there is no prince and you need to be your own savior
because sometimes we, are all we have
and that
is completely **okay.
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