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 Aug 2014 Stellar
Dhaye Margaux
I come into a place
where everything is floating
It is a dark place for me,
nothing will pass into my liking

The houses are haunted
and thorns are everywhere
It is like a dangerous forest,
all paths lead to nowhere

At first I am scared
and I want to run away
Creatures have different languages,
I don't understand what they say

Everyone seems grinning
Like they want to tear me apart
What else would I think and do
If I feel they would break my heart?

But I have nowhere to go
so I decided to take the risks
I am scared but there's little courage
I am gripping with my fists

With the flicker of hope I wander
to study the mysterious place
Bit by bit I learn something,
enough to cope within each phase

Until I find little creatures
that thriving on a haunted tree
When I stop nearer to them,
they seem so scared, so afraid of me

I feel that sadness, I am bothered,
why they're afraid, I'm just harmless
My little hands could do nothing,
I just want to watch them exist

But  suddenly one of them comes
closer and flies in front of me
I realize it want to be handled
so I open my hand and let it be

It settles down on my open hand
while I walk around, it is my light
And I'm thankful for the little lamp
now I have lessen my fright

A little light that gives me hope
it makes me strong and lessens my load
That tomorrow I can find the way
to get out of this darkest road...
Sometimes answers come in unexpected forms...
 Aug 2014 Stellar
The Black Raven
I cannot discover
and I cannot find
the proper words
to express my mind,
all my thoughts
flood out to you
and I wonder if you're
thinking of me too,
an empty page
and pen in hand
this could only be
No mans land.
Why is it the ones we shouldn't love, we love the most.
how is it possible
to be so very lonely
when
here
on this equatorial isle
it
is
impossible
to be alone
© Jacqueline Le Sueur 2014 All Rights Reserved
 Aug 2014 Stellar
krissie
Imprints
 Aug 2014 Stellar
krissie
I wish you well, my wishing well; I can't deny the bed you've made
I knocked the clock off of the wall; it was always wrong anyway
I'd argue my reality, but I deserve the love as much as the pain
Taking arrows to the heart like needles plunged to the vein

I don't exactly fit the part of she who deceives it all and loses
Then again, you're the shining star, of Robitussin and ***** fits
The nights weren't worth their weight, in every song and noir flick
When you're cornered and half-alive, it's easy to spill your secrets

Talking like you couldn't be thrown; rocked but couldn't roll with it
I made my bed in my own making of hell; I'll step to the wonderment
Don't you know, love is more than a game and the love of playing it?
How were you so true and yet so horribly deceptive with this?

But still I wish you well, as much as you played with my soul
If I had an enemy greater than your treachery, I don't wanna know
If it's ride or die, I guess I'll fly; you let me in, 'til I had to let you go
But the kiss on the lips left an imprint, that still refuses to show...
 Aug 2014 Stellar
Brianna Elise
So profound was the stillness,
And heavy was the dark,
I could not rise and see the morning.
So piercing was the silence,
So clamorous was the void,
It pricked my ears like needles
And drew me near with siren song.
A shadow in the darkness,
I crept thoughtless towards the empty.
It wrapped me in clandestine,
And dragged me into the obscure.
A sleep from whence there is no wake,
A night without a dawn,
A place where twilight kisses dusk,
And all light dies in silence.
Love, where did it make?
And how my love far away from your heart
How it moves through my life?

It installed early when river initiated from a waterfall
It roosts into soul and flows through the vein and vale
And it is seeking the sea where it melts with me

The high Himalayas are out of my range
I could not climb it, she thought
And it makes a dark shadow

The difference between you and me
The shadow as the twilight of the horizon
And after then the dark,
The very dark wall

The poet has a pair of dreaming wings like an angel
And his mind is a gay in such a jocund company

He could, she can break the shadow in mind and soul
How long the shadow!
How thick the wall!
That never stronger than the passion of a poet -

@ Musfiq us shaleheen  & Vanessa Gatley
Love: the unlimited inspiration of a poet/poetess.......
 Aug 2014 Stellar
Michael Amery
Do not stress over the broken dreams of yesterday,
Cracks in the walls of your good intentions allow the glimmer of light,
Neither sought or understood,
To shine through.
You cannot know what awaits,
Not can you have more than the slightest effect on your life's outcome for 'you' as you know yourself to be is nothing more than a grouping of molecules more complex than the universe you reside in and your thoughts and designs no more authored by you than your eventual fate.
So please do not angst over broken hearts and what may have been,
You never really had a chance anyway,
Yet realize that something good and often better will come for within you resides the universe just as you reside within it.
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