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Iris Rebry May 2014
Fog
I'm in a fog and I can't tell
Which way is true north
Not to mention where trees and hills and rocks are
Nor people either.
I'm in a fog and I couldn't tell you
Why there are voices in my head
And where they come from.
I'm in a fog and
I hear thunder and lightning
Edison and Tesla are at war with each other in the sky
And I'm in a fog
Just listening
And groveling like a coward
Hoping not to be hit
Iris Rebry May 2014
I sent them an email,
Old fashioned I know.
One week ago.
And they never replied.

I sent a text just this morning
Simple and short
Maybe another tomorrow
And they never replied.

I am not thin air nor thick.
I am a person and even
Common courtesy calls for response
But yet they never reply.

I hope I am not alone in my thoughts.
As the days drift by
And I start to doubt
If they will ever reply.
Iris Rebry May 2014
I write and write and write
Yet nothing comes to mind
That seems spectacular
Poetic and lovely
We have all been slaves to paper
Ink our words
Bound in printed chains
Of words.
We are captivated by each other.
Held like birds in cages
Like the first time you fell
Head over heels in love
That type of captivated.
Bound in other's chains.
And so captured by everything around us
We cannot escape
Death is a gravitational crime
That no law seems to prohibit
So I write and I write and I write
And I know, things will not be the same
Because I write
Iris Rebry May 2014
I remember when we were first together
And I said I felt so happy I could die.
You said you were the right fit for me
And to you I believed.
But in reality you didn't have what i need
So I left
But you didn't have to cut me off
Act like I was a nothing.
I felt so alone.
I am so alone.
So don't treat me like a stranger.
Iris Rebry May 2014
Homework is unappetizing
My stomach cannot seem to digest it.
The book seems delicious enough
But the aroma of the T.V. Is overpowering
I growl in hunger for something.
So many options
So little energy
Iris Rebry May 2014
Silence is powerful.
Iris Rebry May 2014
What I wouldn't give
For some news
Be it good or bad
Something new to tinker with in my mind
Something to glance at to stare at
To take in
To lose my breath at
Anything at all.
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