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peeling potatoes with grandma, she tells me how grandpa used to do this for her. there's milk in the pan now & everything is one shade darker today. ashes & potato skins litter the kitchen floor.
smoking my last cigarette beneath freezing rain, it's midnight & this feels so deserving. i'm thinking of jokes like, "wow, the price of gas is almost as low as my self esteem!" it's not funny though, i just smile slightly.
i held you in my arms & cradled you to your grave as you heaved your last breath. nine lives is a lie, you only get one crucifix.
rain drips from the dead limbs of trees & i think about those old monsoons. the road trip was dead silent this time. those two years were a storm. he said we're going back home, i said my body's tired of making homes out of empty houses. my final house with him was drafty & small. i'm moving out but i'm done trying to find home. all i remember was how his chokehold blossomed into warm embrace.
broadway is black except for red & blue flashing lights. traffic comes to a halt then quickly resumes its slow crawl down the road. nothing happened. somewhere a fire is extinguished. a star explodes. all the roses wither away. a gardener hopes & prays that they'll maybe grow. no amount of sound could muffle the pounding of a heart with one beat left. on this darkened street corner, i watch one rose wilt.
My writers block is so bad
that this has eleven words
I love you.
                       because                     But                             
       over and over                                 I cant                    
     forgiving you                                      keep                 
         and me                                      following  
        me                                 this      
   hurting                       cycle    
    of you
 Apr 2015 Jean Rojas
Erenn
It's hard to
forget
and let go,
I know.
But when you do
You'll
forget
the things
You're supposed to.


Erennwrites
It's never easy. It might take months or even years for something that's been there like forever. I know how it feels. It tears you up inside You can't breath, you can't sleep.
He/She is all you could think about everyday.
But when you do,
The whole universe will follow your pursuit.
Pursuit to your own happyness.:)
I got inspired again. Dedicated to a friend who's going through a difficult phase in her life.
This is for you.
As I slowly...
f
  a
     l
        l
asleep......
     I land a better place.
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