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 Oct 2015 Jacey Hale
ciannie
i wish you could be here again
i'd give anything to see
the tremors of your beating body
alive, with me

you said before you left
something so profound
and i have tried, and tried to remember it
you never wrote it down

you taught me so well
the anxiety of our life and the care
with the last of your breath, you told me again
separated the hurt with the fair

i could never foresee
and probably should admit
that i am terrified to live in a world
without you in it

the pain, it's always there
you were so accepting, could you have gotten on?
if it were me to be you...
with half of a whole heart gone

met at sixteen, parted at sixty
that's forty four cycles, forty four gallons of tears
dried out my partial body
i am already suffocated without you here

what did you say, as i bent to kiss your cheek?
as the tremors of your life quietened, and you were partially left
what did you say
in your last moments of breath?

*"you're beautiful, this close"
inspired by the Sleeping At Last song 'Saturn'
again...poetry to music, guys
I hate that you look at the galaxies
and are overwhelmed with a feeling of
dull insignificance,
because if anything,
you are not just a speck of dust scattered in the cosmos.
you are the very substance
that this universe is thrilled to be written about.
you are its incandescent gas,
you are nuclear fission,
you are a galaxy's lifeline,
it's reason to celebrate living in the darkness,
baby, your every breath is intergalactic motivation,
that if you were to stop smiling
I'm almost certain that a star dies as well.
and in the magnitude of spectacular phenomena this universe will never cease to offer,
somewhere out there,
I promise someone notices.
some late night mind ****, so raw, so rough.
 Oct 2015 Jacey Hale
Yashri
Balance
 Oct 2015 Jacey Hale
Yashri
Can't leave him,
Hurt
I've got to stick to my word.
I accept these mistakes
But isn't it just fate?
a Plan
a Play
By someone who wants it to be this way,

You can't stop loving someone
In just,
One day

God help me now
Save me now
You graciously brought him to me
Now don't pull him away

Please
Direct me
To the right path
The honest path
The balance of my feelings
And what's right
I promise
I will not sway.

I've come this far
There's no turning back now
If only
Love were to be a car
Which could make a u-turn
Somehow

That is the practical side of my mind
Wishing it were true
But I know
My Heart
My Soul
My very existence
Wouldn't allow me to

Tell me
When it wonderfully appears
It might take long
It might take years

Tell me
When
Once again
It glitters bright
At the end of this long,dark tunnel
Hope returns
A relief, a Stunning light




© SHREYA DRISTI
Wow, this brings me back to last year. It was a confusing time. I was figuring out my priorities. I'm sure about them now haha. But I wasn't then. I wrote this in that turbulent time. Hope you guys can relate to this. Enjoy ;)
 Oct 2015 Jacey Hale
Roo
Drowning
 Oct 2015 Jacey Hale
Roo
Last night I cried about you.
The exact moment it happened I do not remember
but I was hit with an overwhelming
tide of emotion.
Maybe it was when my friend
wouldn't stop talking
about your beauty
and I was seeking his bare skin
to put out my cigarette.
Jealousy is ugly but my appearance
could never compare to your
lips, or the way you would
look up through your eyelashes
when you were
scared or in love.
(were they the same thing?)

Last night I cried about you.
The exact moment it happened I do not remember
but I was hit with an overwhelming
tide of emotion.
Perhaps it was when I realised
I no longer searched for him
in the poetry I wrote
and read.
Rather it is your
inexplicable beauty and intelligence
that I try to capture with
stumbled words and drunken
rants to people who don't really
care.

Last night I cried about you.
The exact moment it happened I do not remember
but I was hit with an overwhelming
tide of emotion.
It could have been when I
needed to ground myself to reality
and so I thought of you.
I dreamt of the curls in your
hair as it slightly changed
colour and I thought of
your bed and the comfort
that surrounded me when I was there.
I thought of your mother, and the
anger I feel towards your father.
I thought of your laughter
and the happiness it invokes
when  I hear it.
I thought of your tears
and the sheer anguish
that follows.

Last night I cried about you.
The exact moment it happened I do not remember
but I was hit with an overwhelming
tide of emotion.
"Missing you comes in waves and
last night I felt like I was drowning".
why do the work I'm supposed to be doing when I can be sad and write poetry instead.

I don't know where the lines in quotation marks originate from because i've seen them all over the place but yeah they're not mine.
 Oct 2015 Jacey Hale
King Panda
lover old voice
bed bug boy
timbre distinction of
man vs. boy vs. baby
raspberry at the lips and
bubble beaten air
boy in bed clothes
locked
rolling
sad sad boy down
the steps in a
laundry basket
weathered hands and makeup
prongs boy
you’re cute
let me buy you
a drink
He claims thalassophobia
But explores in the deep
And relaxes in quiet certainty
The words that he should keep
For red from his heart, and blue
From his ocean
Combine in a muddle, a puddled
Emotion
What is it to crave?
An armour man in gold?
A wooden-fence, black silence,
A bearded, hat, high, old?

Maybe just a snifter smells
Or the ringing of a wondrous bell
Can find purchase in its soil
For my hands are cupped
I'm lapping up
The rain for milk has spoiled
 Jul 2015 Jacey Hale
Rae Johnston
"You're too beautiful to be Aboriginal"

These words are meant to make me blush

Meant to make me smile and act coy

Meant to make me ignore the seething anger that rages beneath
the socially acceptable facade of
a woman that passes as white.
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