Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 May 2014 Margaret
unwritten
The light shines down
On your pale face
And outlines your vulnerable lips
With a heavenly glow,
And bathes your pleading eyes
With pure light.

You look away,
Afraid,
Because you know that the light
Has always revealed your scars,
Your flaws,
Your imperfections.

But I simply laugh
And think
How lucky the sun is
To be so close to someone like you.

(a.m.)
old poem, couldn't think of anything new to write.
 May 2014 Margaret
Kurt Kanawa
it's the way
your left and right hands move
in perfect synchronicity
to play Beethoven

i wish i could hear the music
 May 2014 Margaret
s
seaboy
 May 2014 Margaret
s
he has
eyes like the ocean
hair like the sand
and a smile like the view
(which takes my breath away)
 May 2014 Margaret
Kurt Kanawa
about as annoying
as that word
you keep
*mispelling
Nights like these
I lie awake.
The thoughts breaking in
More than I can take.
Who have I become?
Have I changed?
The mirror is someone new
Someone deranged.
I've lost all the friends I had,
Pushed away by fear.
Now I'm all alone in the dark,
All alone down here.
Nights like these
I can't sleep.
Haunted by the nightmares
Of demons I keep.
The shadows dance
Ghosts on the wall.
I am taken by them,
Lost in it all.
Nights like these
I wish for an easy end.
A noose around the neck,
An awkward bend.
But I'll tell myself
Life is not an ease.
I'll stay brave
On nights like these.
 May 2014 Margaret
Yung Moon
you're always on my mind
you're always on the songs i listen to
you're there everytime i look up and see the sun shinning as bright as your eyes

you're everywhere
he seems to be haunting me (..)
 May 2014 Margaret
Lies Cut Short
I crave your every inch
In the most innocent way
I just want to hold you and kiss you but you're not here
 May 2014 Margaret
Jack
~
Raspberry crème
Delicious delight
Wild cherry lips
Find me tonight

Mint Julep fingers
Soft on my skin
Marmalade whispers
Pleading me in

Hard candy passion
Caramel dreams
Milk chocolate motions
Lemon drop screams

Marshmallow whispers
Cinnamon eyes
Love me so sweetly
*Neath sherbet skies
 May 2014 Margaret
LACS
We used to eat zucchini
fried and hot
with ranch from the packet.
I know that now.

I learned to eat the smallest ones first
because they wouldn't burn my mouth
The large ones burned like nothing I remembered before
I opened my mouth and blew out.
I think you taught me that.

We were at a park then
I think there was a bench at the top of a hill
It had a path up to it,
Packed earth or stone...
It was a dream till now.

We ate but it was late
there wasn't much time to play
I asked you something hard, maybe about mom
I think it was about you
I don't know what you said
but it wasn't satisfying.

I thought that day was a dream, for years.
Next page