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There is a streetlight
Outside my window.
It shudders and shakes
And makes the world
As bright as it can
For as long as it can
Before dying
A thousand times a minute.
It cannot decide to shine
Or go dark
Or leave this place behind.
It clings to the importance
Of its flickering life
Across the darkest part of the world.
As if the intermittences
Of its appointment
Will save a life
Or move a mountain
Or light the way.
It gives itself over and over
For an empty street
In a wasteland
Without a soul to behold
It’s glorious sacrifices.
If I had a say in this
Or anything at all
I would whisper to the dying light
And lower it gently down
Into the darkness with me.
I would show it what is left
Of my own shudders
And we could both sleep
Knowing we are not as alone
As we were before.
Leaving the blue-black street
To the moon
And the stars
Or whoever is left
With some light to spare.



Cape Dorset
2018
 Mar 2018 julianna
Imran Islam
You see, I am smiling
but I'm burning inside
you see, my eyes are playing
but they're crying too
because I don't want to hurt you!

I keep saving your love in my heart
though it's broken into pieces
you're playing in my mind
but it really down!
I'm not frustrated because I love you.

I'm dancing in the rain onto you
but I'm dying inside
I want to see you next to me
but you don't care about me
I am still alive just for you!
 Mar 2018 julianna
Ugo Victor
I can't sleep
Everytime I remember your words
They snap and recoil
And hurt me awake
Next time when someone
Promises me forever
I'll just smile
Look them in the eyes and ask
How long is forever to you.
 Feb 2018 julianna
skyler
i want to get high in foreign cities
travel to places i have yet to lay my eyes on
pack a bag and take off, my only motive to feel free
i want to kiss lovers on pavement my toes have never touched
beneath trees rooted with legends in their leaves
ensuring everlasting love
and i want to feel light, rather than weighed down
anchored to one small town
i want to drop everything and get away
to places where time is altered
and the stars are always present
whether it be in the night sky or people's eyes
i want to fall in love with strangers, cities, and scenes
i crave so deeply to feel free
to start anew

but at the same time
i want you to come too

s.s
If I could turn back time
I would hit Backspace all day,
Id put on Caps Lock
and SHOUT what I say.

I'd use the whole Alphabet
To tell you hello,
Press seven Numbers
Til you picked up the phone.

I'd Tab through the comments
I didn't want to hear,
And use the Arrow Keys
To drag your body near.

I would Delete the harsh words
I didn't mean to speak,
And Insert the "I love yous"
I before couldn't leak.

I would use Ctrl to
Keep reigns over my heart,
And I would Escape lies
That tore us apart.

I'd Print out your photo
And kiss it goodnight,
Use the Calculator
To check that we were right.

I'd Paint you a picture
of us, you and me,
Then I'd hit Enter
Just so you would see.

Those are the things
I would do in my strife,
If only Backspace
worked in real life.
This is the first poem (that I have a copy of) i wrote that I actually thought was good. I was in seventh grade, twelve years old, and I wrote it for a newspaper competition. I knew it was really great but I didn't think I would beat all other applicants in the state in my age group. So you can imagine my surprise I'm sure when I DID win! That is the first time I was proud of my writing. So this one has a lot of special sentimental value. Thanks for reading.
 Feb 2018 julianna
Jen Snow
Tattoo
 Feb 2018 julianna
Jen Snow
Freud says tattoos
Are
The Manifestation
Of a
Trauma

Every point
A
Separate pain
We
Have
Suffered

It took
Two
And a
Half
Hours

To complete
The
Diary
Of my
Trauma

And half a million perforations

To convert
Those
Memories
Into something

New

And

Beautiful

To finally
Let go
Of the past
 Feb 2018 julianna
melanie
Lovesick
 Feb 2018 julianna
melanie
staggering, I fall
into a broken routine
that causes my heart to pitter patter
a story that has been told before

my cheeks burn red
as all my secrets are told without
my mouth spilling a single word

the quietness drowns me
as I further into you
& I look for an escape

love has a bitter taste on my tongue
 Feb 2018 julianna
Human
Ded
 Feb 2018 julianna
Human
Ded
At times I know im insane
Yet still question if I have a functioning brain
All my thoughts are forgotten they just go down the drain
What will I do when I'm old and with a cane
It's nice when I'm warm and I feel cold drops of rain
I can't control my subconscious to ignore the pain
Am I what they say
Am I sane?
I'm all ******* with a chain
But how is there no purpose nothing beneficial or gain
I'm all locked up Cz I crossed more than one lane
I'm about to die I punctured my vain
I am me I am she I am he I am we I am they i am us I am the main
Only one question mark at : Am I sane?
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