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 Sep 2014 Karen Newell
Erenn
Hope
 Sep 2014 Karen Newell
Erenn
Taking a walk at 2am
As weird as it sounds
It's the silence that draws him
Breaths of the night calms him down
The winds howling raucously
The moon gleamed as if she knows him

The stars glinting decoding a message
To know if he'd live to the fullest
To know if he decided to perish

The trees converse in notions of credence
Reliance in silence to rectify the human's crevice
They knew he's here to emit enmity
Canopies are nowhere in sight
Shadows rested with darkness aligned
He knew it was mundane to believe it could happen
That something might just happen if he believed
But nothing happened

He yelled at the moon
How foolish she was to only shine at night
Only to gleam at him
As darkness laughed as it dictates the night
He hated the darkness
He overcame his fear to be out at this hour
Running until his breath runs out
But he finally walked instead

His senses staggered suddenly
His mind playing tricks
How could this be
He heard voices screaming
How could there be anyone at this hour?

He's floating now
His body glowing blue
He felt this before...


He finally woke up
His family crying with glee
**"YOU FINALLY WOKE UP FROM YOUR COMA!!"
I got inspired.
I always wondered where do they go when they're in a coma.
Are they dreaming?
Are they just beside themselves?
But I do know one thing..
We, the ones who are awake.
We must keep talking to them. Until they're awake.
I know if it's meant to be they will die.
But remember this,
You must never lose hope.
Because they can hear you even when they're asleep:)
 Sep 2014 Karen Newell
Poetic T
I was paper, a cut out wanting to be more
I cried tears of ink,
I used my finger to dry
They became
Wet,
Moist,
Sodden,
Weaker than they was before.
I could fly,
If the wind caught my frame just right
I could float for eternity
But as the window is shut tight,
So do I float down.
My features are my own
Each day I take
Pencil,
Rubber,
Imagination,
Of who I will be that day,
I was once one of the same paper
Many of us holding hands,
Unity,
Together,
Friendship,
But it doesn't always last,
Some separated themselves,
While others where torn
To old, too carry on,
Just Shredded paper
Eternally flying in the wind,
I am the last of a long line
We were brothers of the same paper
But now they are all gone,
Today I draw a sad face,
Will I let it all go,
Or carry on,
But I am the paper boy
Thinner than the cardboard ones
But I drew a heart,
In permanent marker,
It vibrates the paper
Ripple's,
Beats,
Life,
Is what I am,
I want to be more than this
But for now I am just the paper boy,
Crying tears of ink upon the floor.
 Sep 2014 Karen Newell
Rj
Untitled
 Sep 2014 Karen Newell
Rj
lets lay under a blanket of stars
and watch the world go by
 Sep 2014 Karen Newell
SG Holter
We laugh like there's nothing
That's not hilarious.
We speak in unison when skipping down

Cobblestone streets, on our way to
Music or movies. Like magnets
Through two crowds, drawn

Until interconnecting. Astral athletes
Exchanging tops after a game; pointing,
Asking, learning, relaxing.

Learning, relaxing more, pacing. When
Love tries, everything becomes
Dancing.
 Sep 2014 Karen Newell
SG Holter
She smiles as if she has her whole  
Entire being in the cookie jar.

I laugh from my spine, as the wheels
In her pretty, dark-humoured head

Visibly turn within some sweet, twisted
Process. She speaks with the wit of a

Secret agent; the vocabulary of sailors
And intent of someone like Skeletor.

Her mouth is an instrument from which
Poetry as the opposite of itself sounds;

From where come words that make me
Either thrilled to talk back, or blush. The

Less you care together, the happier you'll be.

She smiles like that. I'm loving this lesson.
 Sep 2014 Karen Newell
SG Holter
Resting my back against
A back resting itself
Against mine.

What was lifted from my eyes
That made the end of summer
Seem so bright?

This could be a hospital, but
There is good health and honest,
Unpaid care in the walls.

Wherever I am in a room
I can reach out and feel the
Warmth with which

A goddess would sign her
Every most self-mirroring
Creation.

Feeding me dinners, and gentle
Strokes on my arm by my
Side in the

Cinema, taking it easy. Talking,
Loving and getting to know.  
Slow. In and

Out of a place of light in weight
And colour, being asked nothing
But not asking,

And calmly, gratefully accepting
Carresses and other gifts.
Being given to,

By someone who loves to give.
Sometimes I have so much hope
For humanity.
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