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If fire burns
and destroys
everything
in it’s path

then why
do I want
to touch
the stars

so badly

can self destruction
really be so
beautiful
Michelle Rose Feb 2023
I wish to write happily
about the time my boyfriend brought me flowers
and hand-wrote me notes
just to remind me how much he loved me

but I often find my pens drooling
Writing poems about the time he left
and how he broke
every promise he ever made to me instead

I remember wishing to speak
So loudly
“I’m happy”
So securely
So much so that the words might force it

For all the time I’ve spent writing in the dark
I never once thought I’d know
what it felt like to see again

One early morning
when the sun hit the pages just right
I caught a glimpse of what it might be like
to write happily
about the time I found my future
and stopped drowning in my past

I found my light
and I didn’t have to force it
Writing happily about coffee
and the mountains right in front of me

This place is a place I never thought I would be
And when I write it might not be about him
But but it’s about me
And how this place
makes me really, really happy
Michelle Rose Nov 2021
floating around like bees
buzzing sounds
heavy traffic
one light flickers

sleepless cities
bouncing off the walls like birds on a tree
flying from one place to the next

silence.

in the deep deep night,
silence.

morning sun
to light the day

your eyes and mine
sleepless
sleepless
sleepless

moving slowly from place to place

heavy.

birds chirping
babies crying
buzzing
buzzing

around and around
among us

loud.

louder now
but oh so quiet
Michelle Rose Feb 2021
Night thoughts
Swimming
Humming sounds
Wounds
Uproar
Mingling mingling
Up and down
Float

Through seas
Through words
Through nice things
Colored pictures

Paint
Higher up
Higher than that
Keep painting

Uproar
Over it
Over the noises
Over the voices

Fade into it
Over the noises
Over the voices
Under the sounds  
Fade

Into it
Now
sleep
More thoughts
  Apr 2020 Michelle Rose
Sunstrike
When butterflies fall in love, do they feel humans in their stomach?
  Apr 2020 Michelle Rose
Claudius
Silence engulfs my surroundings as I become lost in the numbing screams of my mind. It wanders to places I don't want to go.
Day 18 of quarantine and I am starting to fall back into old ways.
Michelle Rose Dec 2019
This time  
  stay.
when you stay,
  stay still
Still.
Remain.
This time,
  breathe
breathe crystals.
Clear.
melt
into a calming ocean.
  stay still.

This time
  
stay

right here.
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