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 Nov 2013 Kira
Liz
the concert
 Nov 2013 Kira
Liz
The beat of your drums,
Echos the beat of my heart.
The strength of your voice,
Comforts my mind.
The strum of your chords,
Sways my soul back and fourth.
The depth of the bass,
Pulls me back from my depths.

Its so much more than music to me.
last night i saw my favorite band, and it reminded me just how much they mean to me. no amount of words i could say would explain how much they have saved me and how much they mean to me.
 Nov 2013 Kira
Alaska
just thinking
 Nov 2013 Kira
Alaska
Wish I were there.
Why?
I dunno, I just
love the highway at night.
Why?

There's something
about that light
green
red
yellow
specks of humanity
because,
in the end,
what more are we than specks?
Humans, moving
through the night
speeding
                 faster
                           and faster
until everything
stands still
under a blanket
of thick silence
and blurred stars.
And our lives,
our souls,
escape
through the windows
into the blur
of the green
and the red
and the yellow,
stretched in the sky
with the stars.
          ...

Oh.
Y'know?
Yeah, I know.
 Nov 2013 Kira
Laurel Elizabeth
I live in a world
            full of people with your name
but not the way you articulate the consonants
            or the way your eyes dare
listeners to
            contradict your intricate intonation.

                      correction

I live in a world
           full of people who think they can have your name
without having your soul.
 Nov 2013 Kira
JC
Untitled
 Nov 2013 Kira
JC
Raindrops
Hitting a glass bottle
Deep in the outskirts of the woods
Baby chimes hollow in the din of silence
Slicing across the glass and down my neck
Bitter, miserable, sad, punishing rain
Fall again and again as the only thing I understand
And the only thing that understands me
Raindrops
Fill my eyes because I've cried away the sea
Cut rivers down my face and across my arms
Please keep on flowing because you
Are the only thing I understand
And please

Keep hitting that hollow glass bottle
In your perfect imitation of my heartbeat
 Nov 2013 Kira
Mike Hauser
My mind so often wanders

As minds so often do

Between time and space and reality

On the edge of hidden truth

Catching a ride on the spinning wheel

Dark tunnels passing through

The light of day shines the way

Of a past and present shared by few

The heights from which my mind leaps

The depths that I free fall

Teetering along the open seam

As my mind wanders through it all
 Nov 2013 Kira
maisie khan
Stop.
Stop apologising for him not loving you.
Stop apologising for having
small hands and a loud mouth
and a big heart.
Stop searching for reasons why you're not good enough:
you are more than enough.
Stop expecting apologetic phonecalls
or his car parked outside the front of your house.
He isn't coming back.
You don't want him back.
Girls,
you're so quick to see being a woman
as being weak, used, desperate.
You confuse fragility with weakness;
yes, you are delicate
but you are strong
strong and beautiful
and I promise it will come to you;
I promise that love will come to you.
There will be someone
who is more in love with the fact you woke up next to him
than the fact you fell asleep next to him.
He will love you in ways that fill your lungs
and he will love you because you are you.
There will be someone
that adores your small hands,
someone who considers your loud mouth to be music,
someone that wants to love your big heart.
There will be someone
that considers your body to be valuable art
rather than a mere object.
There will be someone
that doesn't tell people you're *'just friends'.

There will be someone
who is proud to have you.
There will be someone who will love you
the way you want to be loved.
There will be someone who will love you
and cause you to finally love yourself.

— The End —