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If I'm a bit more agreeable;
If I'm a little nicer;
Maybe you'll like me more?

If I'm submissive
If I'm patient
If I bite my tongue
Maybe it'll be enough?
Round and baby smooth
Before the heavy lessons
Now more gold than globe

Earned geography
Topography in bruises
Ridged in blue and black

Fault lines and canyons
Shining yellow Kevlar-filled
Stronger in the cracks

But this recent dent
is a gut-aching crater
that wobbled my world

So, I wait for healing gold
And grow stronger from repair
Kintsugi is a Japanese art that involves repairing broken pottery with gold, making the brokenness part of the beauty of the object.
Love
Yourself
But
Don't
Forget
To
Spread
Love
Among
Others
                    - Amisha priya
it's funny how a crisis
brings regret
into focus

sad how a life is
defined
by its boldness

tough when the going
is rougher than diamond

cold as a heart whose love
whispers finite

a curse to hear
when these things
ring true

worse
when the cause
lies squarely on you
Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
Dispatches for the Colonial Office

                                        Pickles are Malevolent Beings

Pickles are mottled, mucusy, malevolent beings
Like slimy swamp creatures that just might bite
Not exactly the festive food of kings
But rather laboratory specimens that haunt the night

They lurk in layers in jars and bottles of glass
And peer at passers-by, evil in each eye
An amorphous, almost luminous mass
Seething and simmering in a silent sigh

I buy a jar as commanded, the cash register rings
But still
Pickles are mottled, mucusy, malevolent beings!
deserve
it more than most, more than anyone, indeed, in deed,
your passion drowns me,
overwhelms and even makes me admit
out loudly
over comes

your faceted identities,
delight, charm, provoke,
and evoke
multitudes of moods, desires,
even writings...
but you are too stern,
this thing called love,
is tissue soft, so hard to form,
so easily torn, it requires
time & hard work, many words,
though oft the fewest are supreme,
and I laugh at myself, for the only word
I think that rhymes with supreme
is
dream
which is
just another synonym
for
endless opportunities


and I, we, read each others poems
to each other
quietly,
for that is the only, & the best way.
Years of despair,
Traces to the past.
A sorrowful darkness,
Wondering what moment is last.

A sudden change in time,
Yet this remarkable pain.
All of my efforts,
Must have gone in vain.

But then I find,
A small little clue.
These signs from above,
I wonder if they're true.

"Why me?"
I wonder everyday.
Because these shameful sins,
Will never go away.

And finally,
I feel a warmth...
A faint as it is,
I cannot afford it,
If things go north.

"Why must I endure this tribulation?",
I seek the heavens.

Because a soul of faith,
Yet a mind full of hate.

I aspire,
To be good.
Not the villain,
But I could.

The choice is mine,
It's a sacred one.

In the end I proceed to wait,
Oh dear lord,
Please make it fun.
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