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She sang all night,
The only song she knew.

She sang in silence,
Drawing faces at window.
And when we were in embrace,
Waiting for snow.

The song about flowers.
Song about eyes.
The song about pebbles,
And the paradise.

Every time she sang,
It was a different song.

When her travelling breath
Caught memories
Of long lost love.

When she clasped hands,
Hers upon mine
And walked the spring.

When at dusk,
She left the world
And became her

She sang all night,
The only song she knew.
 Nov 2017 Kim Johnson
ryn
Stranded
 Nov 2017 Kim Johnson
ryn
Nursing a head full of questions.
Things left voiceless and unsaid.
Thoughts running errant,
and cracked promises half made.

In my already bloated baggage,
I take in an extra load.
A tourist in a familiar place
stranded by the side of the road.

Should’ve noticed the clues...
Should’ve read the signs along the way...

Now I stand in the middle to nowhere,
reliving yesterday, today.
 Oct 2017 Kim Johnson
Imran Islam
The midnight was so cloudy and dark
There are no stars, no moon in the skies
I was really shy, quiet and happy
That midnight, I felt like a bird of paradise,
Because you were taking away the pain
Of my tired body, like a midnight rain.

I was the briar rose nearest of your mind
You made my shyness with a loving touch
I melted into you because you are so kind
That midnight, I was losing control too much,
Because you were taking away the pain
Of my tired body, like a midnight rain.

I was sleeping, wakened by your sound
You’re good looking, I was too awkward
After a bit, I was unfolded on the ground
That’s a pleasure for a romantic courtyard
Because you were taking away the pain
Of my tired body, like a midnight rain.
sometimes,
at night,
when i lay on
the soft grass carpet
and turn my face
to the blinking, twinkling stars,

i forget,
for just a fleeting moment,
all about you

in a split second,
the flap of a wing,
the blink of an eye,

i live in a world
where my heart
has not been
smashed to pieces
by your swinging baseball bat

i live in a world
where i'm still
that young, naive girl
with romantic dreams of love

i live in a world
where you never even existed

i feast my eyes
on the wobbly constellations,
the bulls and lions and fish,

and every single painful scar
just
falls
away
In a world of lies, with the realities of life, safely ignored
I swipe my screen, and wring my hands, saying I'm bored.
I sip my tea, blissfully aware of the common man's plight
I tell myself, it's not my fault, it's alright.

I write my blogs, I rate my world and give it a C-
As I dive right in to the cess pool of the world's finest
My mind addled with an addiction to 'things'
As the rich men slyly pull on my strings

The child within, utters a plaintive cry
Long dead his thirst, and clipped his wings
I have to get to work, and work to get by
I don't want to know, what I lost, when I gained these things.
Live. Learn. Live forever.
I am fully dressed
Covered from head
                      To toe
But persons are
Looking at me
As to get the meat
The gaze of crow !

My knowldge, My skill
My nature, My will
My choice, My aim
My hard work, My name
They don't know these
                              Things
Never wanna care about it
All want they flesh
Don't they know that
In the depth of skin
There is a heart
Of which feelings
And emotions are the parts !!

Firstly
Please do one thing
Stop my heart first
I can't face with my person
                                A fight
Don't want to crush myself
                       After facing it


Now do what you
          Wanted to do
You wanted to win
               Over me
Now unanimously yours
But dn't think now
It's flesh of soil
Because that's what
          You wanted
  All the time
And did crimes
But now
My soul is with me
           **safe and free
Just think it's only the '' Flesh Of Soil ''
 Jul 2015 Kim Johnson
Carolin
Her clothes race to
the floor while they're
stripped off by him.

She's left in his room
naked again. He kisses
her soul before her
gentle skin.

While sunlight covers
them from the cracks
of his window. He sets
music in the background.
A solo violin.

While he drenches her
in kisses from head to
toe making the seeds
trapped under her curves
to bloom like flowers  
in the season of
spring* ~
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