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silent echo roars
a chasm of rock
valley empty of air
smoke from so many campfires
trapped & hanging
invisible nooses
loop & sway & attached to
nothing
trapped in lungs the planes of plumes
settle as velvet
drift around corners
tickling crevices, shrouding paths
trampled by history on horseback
beast seeks escape
from a misty tableau
sun at dawn & light weak from clouds
exit puzzle, guide lost a compass
veil descends to a river
the glass skin embraces
 Mar 2015 Kate Breanne
Darren
I tried to write your resurrection
with a string of adverbs.
Tried to call breathe
back into your empty lungs with my words.

Some nights I will whisper
your name over and over again
as though the very act of repetition
will call you back.

I have learnt now,
that the walls of your casket
are just too strong to pierce
with similes and poetry.

Last night I cleared the desk.
Laid down the pen,
closed the thesaurus
and shelved the dictionary.

I said goodbye last night.
I shut off the light,
closed the door,
and walked away.
 Mar 2015 Kate Breanne
Smiles
Theres a million ways to say this
It hurts believe it true
Nothing compares to the withdrawal
Of bidding you all adieu

But if i could ask one last request to all those who wish to see me slew

I dont seem to have much strength left, could you loan a hand or two

Bathe me in your cyanide
Fill me full of lead
Drown me in your pills
Tie a noose around my head
Beat me till im black and blue
My body bloodied red
You can do as you like
Just love me till im dead
I’m tired of crying
I’m tired of yelling
I’m tired of being afraid
I’m tired of being alone
I’m tired of failing
I’m tired of losing
I’m tired of feeling
Most of all I’m tired with dealing
I’m tired of nightmares
I’m tired of not being loved
I’m tired of anger
All I feel is depressed
All I feel is anger
All I feel is numb
All I feel is hate
I’m tired of being hurt
I’m tired of being tired
you
darling

you need to understand
that you are made
from the
  s
     e
        a
and the
   s
     t
       a
         r
           s

yet you compare yourself
to a
grain of sand
.
there's so much depression and negativity circulating around the interweb, I think it is a good idea to spread some positive vibes every now and then.
Remember the first girl you ever kissed?
The time in the dark when you completely missed,
holding her waist, our eyes closed so tight,
when all of the sudden upon came the light,
you looked over quickly and what did you see?
Her mom, her dad, you trying to flee,
looking back now you know it was funny,
because after all this time she still is your honey...
I'm not sorry that I met you.
I'm not sorry that knowing you had made me question everything.
I'm not sorry that whenever I feel down, low, sick, or maybe even dying--
you're the only one who made me feel so alive.
I'm not sorry that I've made a few wrong choices in life,
'coz in the end I made it right with you, I know I did.

I'm not sorry that smiling is my favorite,
'coz you're the reason of this smile.
I'm not sorry that I don't believe in love at first sight,
'coz I believe in that click or zing they called.
I'm not sorry that I'm just continuously falling for you...
each & everyday.
I'm not sorry that I truly knew what love was 'til I met you.

I'm not sorry that I want to travel the world with two things on my hands--a camera on one & your hand on my other.
I'm not sorry that I miss you every second of every day.
I'm not sorry that I am at my happiest now,
'coz of you.
I'm not sorry that I am truly, madly, deeply, unconditionally, passionately, & irrevocably in love with you.
Black as night
Empty as space
No one for miles
An empty house
One ray of light
The sound is dead
The little flame is almost gone
To keep it alive
A fire must start
Deep in the depths
Of the cold damp heart
Tired is she for her heart it longs
To find the place she belongs
There is little hope
Less time
Then she cries to sleep every other night
Feeling worthless she remains STRONG
For her fight all day long
Bullies who bully
Parents who judge
She fears there’s no one to love
But one little spark remains in her heart
Along with the mind that’s tearing her apart
Mind set to fear heart to loyalty
There is no one near but the one she held dear
He is gone in the past
For she must release
The thought that troubles her deep
Writes poems and songs to keep her sane
She’s emotionally unstable
She has wars with her self
She views herself worthless
The only few she believes are near and far
Chris in heaven
Mother afar
Couple of teachers maybe two or three
She fears herself whom she thinks she is lonely
She prefers the cold
Loves the dark
But longs for the fire that will never start
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