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I search for  s o m e t h i n g

   between the lines,
                                                         Something
as if there's something more.             I dream
                                                          about
                                               Then it's    gone.

I want to have it,
                                 To be freed by it.
           it's like
         a song.              I can't
                             get out of my head
Who are you,
midnight poets?
And why do you
still write
at such a late
hour?
Early birds,
or night owls?
Or is this your world,
since the daylight
is no home to you?
Dose the darkness
suit you better,
a vagabond
in the night?
Tell me,
why do you write
at such a late
hour?
Then again,
why do I?
This was originally going to be very short, but then questions kept coming to my head

This is the best I got
at such a late
hour
Do me a favor
and piece together your shards,
and may they eclipse the moon
so your seas might be calmed.
Then you can tally the stars
amist the dark parts of your thoughts.
And when the sky falls,
we will walk amung your
many suns.
My feet dangle up off the ground
I levitate above the sound
Ever since I was young, I've been on dope
Nowadays, I use it to be my rope
Tie a noose around my head with floating feet
Still breathing, my mind will have no hold on me
Choke out the lull, my throat hung on a leash
You demons have no voice in me--capeesh?
I've been writing ever since I was like 9. I use to make books on printer paper and stable it together, and I've kept them over the years. Anyways, I've always liked to write and draw, and now I'm learning how to play the piano. I somehow use these things to, in a way, express my emotions, and I think it kinda helps. Comment on if you do the same, use art to express yoursef or help deal with your emotions
Will you stay here
with me for a while,
your beauty in treetops,
your presence felt
through open windows?

Can I meet you in
the deep hours of night,
felt but not heard,
singing in the silence,
a blanket beneath still stars?

Or will you pass by,
so soon to leave me here,
lonesome and hallow,
not to settle around me
like the hasty winter's stay?
There's something about the crisp fall breeze
that's so calming
 Oct 2018 Lorraine day
misterN
You & Me.  Me & You.  
Friends for a while.
Walk that Extra Mile.

We were just friends..
Nothing more or less.

Then you asked me
Honest you should be
Do you love me ?
Yes was my Answer.

Honest I was simply.
She just left abrupltly.
Somewhere between night and day,
she wiggled from side to side
then pushed and stretched
until each petal was opened wide.

Painted in beauty
she's a symbol of grace
gently swaying in the breeze
planted firmly in one place.

Waiting....
              waiting
to be plucked
               and caressed
full filling
               her passions need
                         waiting…  
                                     waiting
                      in beauty's pose
with ancient secrets of old
       blinded by her sight

she is....

The Fire and Ice, Wild Rose
~
She said my dear I know you love me
I came back with the same, you know I do
What she said next took away my breath
As she had me chew on this hardened truth

She said yes but are you in love with me
No need to even guess how I was taken back
That question dug in deep as she was once my greatest need
At some point I had let that need inside me lapse

Which brings about a time for deep soul searching
As I let life get in the way of my love for sure
In busyness we loose the best we have to choose
Which to me is falling back in love with her
 Oct 2018 Lorraine day
Natalhy
You..
 Oct 2018 Lorraine day
Natalhy
Sweet lips like honey
keep the skies above me so sunny
positivity surrounding me in all accepts in life
feed me your creativity
infatuated by your touch
I might be fixated by the grip of your finger tips as they gravitate towards my skin
feels so good so I know for a fact this is fate
this new love is the love everyone deserves to endure
this love tells me I’m beautiful every single day
this love is not perfect, but this love gives me hope
this love writes poetry about me
this love keeps me uplifted
for this love, I feel appreciated
 Oct 2018 Lorraine day
Natalhy
Waves
 Oct 2018 Lorraine day
Natalhy
For I now can't swim on a waves that are heavy some days and soft on others..
For this intense wave I stayed with kept me wondering what tomorrow would bring  
Somehow always hoping it'd be a different wave
One that will keep me elevated and not frustrated
Though as the days and months would pass the more I was invested with an endless quest
As cold as the ocean breeze was I stayed put because it was a familiar place
My heart was determined and would not allow me to give up in search for what I wanted
I soon began to think I was the problem for not receiving consistency
I then changed my techniques
And was still not remotely enough
Yet when these uplifting waves returned they would awaken a side of me that had sworn to be done and tired of waiting
All that left my mind knowing I'd be content with the time being
Even after knowing exactly how it would end
I then soon began to ask myself is this something I should have to go through? Knowing the exact type of energy that I would need to keep me out off jeopardy.
Letting go of the hope and thoughts that swam through my mind and body soon began to feel heavenly
No more sleepless nights that consisted of trying to find new ways to bring back those gracious waves towards me
Instead that energy went towards accepting the fact that those waves were just simply not for me..
Regardless of the outcome being elevated by this everlasting wave will be one that will be instilled in me for as long as I continue to be intuned with myself..
for this wave I found a purpose
Sometimes you can't swim on the same wave forever
It's always best to swim away to find better tides
To find something so deep that even the ocean would be jealous.
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