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I'm not doing so fine.
I distract myself from the anguish
By pouring music into my mind.
But that could never comfort this
Feeling of helplessness felt inside.
Jesus take my heart, take my sighs
And the subtle pain from which I hide
And take me into your arms
Dear Lord take this wandering sheep
God, in your Sons name please
Remove this sadness far
Away from me.
She’s been put together;
spattered with
handfuls of shiny warning labels that
no one ever took the time to read,
only to reside in a lonely wooden box—
sheltered, still, and safe.
Living unlit and knowing nothing but patience,
she’s unaware of all the wonderment
that resides just beneath her own surface.
When the box finally opens,
she’s handled carefully
by strong, gentle hands that recognize
all of her treacherous potential.
She doesn’t flinch,
when those trusted fingers
strike the match
to light her fuse.
She doesn’t fret
when the heat catalyzes
a chemical reaction—
one far beyond her control.
She only sings
when her own jolt sends her rocketing
a hundred feet into the night sky.
And when she can’t stand the pressure
any longer
she swallows what pride she has left
and explodes—
a million strands of glittering fire
decorating the dark, ominous unknown.
Just for a moment, she hopes
she’s the most beautiful thing
those hands have ever touched.
But as she fizzles out into a small cloud
of smoke and something that once was,
she accepts her purpose
as the short-lived,
soon forgotten,
spectacularly unsuspected
good time.
© Bitsy Sanders, February 2016
I want you to want me as a person
Please, do not compare me to sunsets
do not tell me that I am perfect,
or that you cannot live without me.

I am only a person
I am not a miracle, I am not your savior.
I am a person with thoughts, feelings, and flaws.

I can't save you,
but I'll be there for you as your side-kick
to help you save yourself.
You will fall,
and I will tell you to stand up,
but I can't make you. You have to want to stand up.

One day,
you will realize you are your own Hero
and I am just the factor that reminded you of that.

So don't depend on me.
Don't envision me to be something I am not,
because if I ever leave you,
you'll only see me as the Villain.
In love am I
With the map of your mind.
In love with the lightning strikes
as it brushes with mine.
In love with its solarflares
and softlights.
I play the astronaut
In love with your night sky.
akin the universe, you're never fully knowable.
And that only pulls me closer to your side.
I'm lost in your deep space and theres nothing but you.
your , stars, galaxies, nebulae,
planets and distant moons.
I'm in caught deep in love and that's the truth
I.


We are a young pair enjoying
An exchange of pleasantries
over aromatic tea and pita bread.
The ancient sun above has surely seen
Many times betwix youth, enamoured courting.
Beside our plates lemon halves are dripping
sour juices into the bright napery thread.
You've brought chocolate sweets,
Fruits for tasting, and sublte flirting to stir my chest.  
And I've packed wine bought cheap
Some dainties and humor
To cause peals of your laughter to reach
High up into the bright blue heavens.

II.

The sun is readying to rest
and I lay, head in your lap with
face shrouded in your curly hair
as you plant your sugary delights on my lips.

The nights distant bright lights
flare as you lean comfortably into my chest.
The only sounds, our beating hearts
and our soft smooth breaths.
Broken only by soft whispers
Of ardent words that settle and rest
In our souls and minds.
Desires exposed to the dark night
Until at last we must say goodbye.

III.

Late that night I
Recall ever detail, every moment,
From the sound of your laughs, to your coy flirting.
From the way you fed me, to the way you began kissing.
How my finger locked with yours.
And Your faint perfume rubbed into my pores
Leaving me  inhaling deeply for the scent.
I fall to sleep, ever nerve yearning for more
I sleep, desiring you once again.

IV.

An afternoon to remember,
And an evening to never forget.
For many a time like that we
In younger days spent.
Even now, that sweet distant memory
Remains ever pleasant.
Even now as my days increase
I remember our untainted
Enamored admiration.
Even now as I fall to time,
The one thing on my mind  is you.
I recall of that sweet youth.
Trying a new style. This actually adapted from a precious poem that I'll post later. Let me know what you think of it!
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