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hands and legs and grapefruit iced tea.
sundays and mondays and shy fantasies.
clouds and winds and whims of the sea.
shutters and sun shards and stunted beech trees.
laughs and teeth and birds on the quay.
music and silence and soda on knees.
words and wool and soft middle c.
bare feet and icing and admission fees.
grass and flies and something set free.
cardboard and colours and things all in threes.
skin and lights and whole worlds to flee.
yellows and noon stars and
longing
to
be.
never forget what happiness looks like
some days the pen shakes
some days the sky shivers
and i can't see the moon bathe the backs of my hands
but i'm still okay.

some days my sight blurs
some days my breaths burn
and the eldest trees fall in the eye of the storm
but i'm still okay.

some days your lips still
some days your tongue slips
and maybes screech like harpies at the gate
but i'm still okay.

some days our minds fall
some days our space fills
and blackness towers and stabs in our skulls
but we're still okay.

sort of.
well, i can pretend.
silence in the stirring;
i lie awake for no reason at all,
missing intangible things:
home
happiness
healing
and you.
most of all,
you.

and it's easiest in darkness -
the deep absence of day,
the still wake of the night -
because then i can imagine it,
then i can forget
that i'm not allowed
to love you
at all.
i watch the sun rise with dread in my veins
People always say
how dreams do come true,
how wondrous it is
to be submerged into visions
that belong solely to your mind.

What they never speak of,
as if trying to forget,
is that dreams of wonder,
dreams of light,
can turn to darkness.

Suddenly, dreams of a perfect world
become the horror that we try
so desperately to escape.

Yes, dreams do come true,
but what no one ever tells you
is that nightmares are dreams too.



                                                                                                                    (w.n.)
I wrote this for an assignment in my English class last week. I love the whole thing about dreams coming true and then people being reminded that dreams are not just happiness and wonder, they're also your darkest fears.
 Sep 2014 Ironatmosphere
fdg
i know i already wrote two poems tonight,
but i just remembered how
last night at 2am we were sharing a tiny blanket
and when i started to slightly shiver or shift,
you tucked the whole blanket around me
(five minutes later I heard your teeth chatter)
 Sep 2014 Ironatmosphere
Erenn
It’s not easy when I was five
It’s not easy to grasp everything
Learning these new ‘signs’
So others would empathize
Demoralized only to be scrutinized
Wondering why they always laughed
I never knew how it sounds like
But it hurts me deep inside

It’s not easy when I was ten
They wrote on the board
How I always pretend
I keep smiling despite everything
I did pretend
Pretending tomorrow
Everything will end

It’s not easy when I was fifteen
Almost everyone doesn't comprehend
These hands I use to eat & speak
I can read their lips saying,
"FREAK, FREAK, FREAK!!!"
But this time I didn't pretend
Mama always told me before she left
"Your voice is louder than the rest!"

It’s easier now that I’m twenty
It actually gets better if I believe
I found true friends along the way
They get furious if I get played
Diminishing negative thoughts to dust
I know now life has its eminence
There are more others like me

What my mama meant before she left
Help those who are in need
'Especially to those who are—'
Special like me.


Erennwrites
(I didnt expect it to get featured as the daily poem! I'm so happy I get to share this message with everyone. A better understanding to these gifted individuals:) And if u have a friend who's deaf or learning ASL. Let them read this:)
And once again. Thank you so much To everyone who liked and comment!)
Give your love.
Even if you're the one being received.
I just had to write about this.
And i don't see it as a disability,
I see it as a gift.
(Dedicated to this young girl i saw in the train helping a guy in a wheelchair. She was showing directions! I stood there appalled in awe)
P.S: I need a suggestion whether to name this title 'Gift' or 'Hand Signs'??
I think both stood out.
Comment below.
And I also would like you guys to check out this website.
If you buy their headphones you would be giving hearing aids for the   less fortunate.
http://www.lstnheadphones.com/pages/givingbackamplified
And I'm not sponsored to do this. I just want to make a change and help to raise awareness:)
If you can help them, please do.:)
If you are uncomfortable when you look in the mirror,
keep in mind:
We spent thousands of years
trying to convince the earth
she was flat.

We wrote her maps as evidence of the things we saw;
and she believed them.
She cried tsunamis, and had earthquake breakdowns.

Keep in mind: the Sun never gave up hope.
The earth will keep spinning and breathing
the star-dusty space void of encouragement.

Next time you look in the mirror
and second-guess your potential divinity,
remember you will keep shining and living.

Because the Sun is out there
believing in you,
compensating for lack of the human capacity
to treat each other empathically.

You don’t need proof or approval
to be exactly what you are;
Eventually everyone will see
your infinite beauty.
 Sep 2014 Ironatmosphere
kailasha
i need to stop leaving
my heart behind
everywhere i go

it may end up inside a volcano, or
be carried around by water's flow

i need to stop leaving
my heart behind

in hands that don't care enough
in places that make me crave return
and the only souvenirs i manage to obtain
are nostalgic memories with nothing to gain
and the remnants of my heart thud and ache
and i don't look forward to another day

i only wake burden

i need to stop leaving
my heart behind

before i am undone.
“I am both happy and sad at the same time, and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
^^ when quotes are relatable.
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