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  Nov 2015 josin137
Mfena Ortswen
Surely
The day will be light
Darkness will be night
The wind will blow
While rivers flow
The sun will glow
As night creatures lay low
Why trouble incessantly
With what happens tomorrow
As long as earth remains earthly
All will come and go
josin137 Nov 2015
i write about you,
not knowing how
to deal with my
*loss of words.
  Oct 2015 josin137
Rapunzoll
she slides her slender
white fingers down the
branches of his spine

her eyes melted like
glaciers and lips as soft
as freshly fallen snow

skin lustful, but heart
unforgiving, exhaling
his every intention

she is autumn in his
palms, her trees bare,
the leaves rust fallen

flashing indifference,
thoughts plucked in
shades of violent rose
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  Oct 2015 josin137
Jane
The struggles I face every day,
All I could see is dark grey,
The pain of not being able to write,
My papers are still blank white,
No one understands this distress,
A feeling I can't confess,
Pens and papers are enemies,
But we shared so much memories,
Maybe it's time to burn,
And to never return.
josin137 Oct 2015
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If life needed a soul,
And I needed yours,
Would you have granted me,
Or would you have granted she?

If love wanted a heart,
And I wanted yours,
Would you give yours to me,
Or would it belong to she?

If lust wanted a body,
And I craved yours,
Would it then be given to me,
Or would it have been delivered to she?

If death had wanted me,
And I wanted you,
Would you give yourself to me,
Or would  I be given to she?
  Oct 2015 josin137
Sedoo Ashivor
I've seen the colour of poetry
It's black and white and blue
I've seen the love for poetry
It's in you and you and you
  Oct 2015 josin137
Estherzz21
Friends betrayed,
Foes befriended,
I was dismayed,
For all that wasn't amended.
There was no eternal darkness,
nor the existence of brightness,
it was falling into oblivion,
with a heart made of obsidian.
There was no place to blame,
only for me to be shame,
for trusting unconditionally,
and believing naively.
The thread finally snap,
I fell into my own trap;
I'll smile like I always did,
but sincerity will be rid.
That's me, all right.
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