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 Jun 2018 mickey finn
A W Bullen
You
are somewhere close
yet dislocated, sheltered
in your centered peace
adrift beside all certainty.

We
turn as apron-ed satellites
in matinee of gentle speak,
our mundane, London-Saturday
the soundscape to your stasis.

Surrendered
to this bastion  of valiant
machinery. Your pillars
in this paradise of waiting.
St Thomas's ICU April - there was still hope and belief.
For the very first time we ran into each other,
for the very first time our eyes met,
I froze.

I was completely captivated;
You're an angel;
a beautiful masterpiece,
God must have worked over time to create such a masterpiece;
— you.

You became the reason for me to stay till the very end,
everything is louder when you're there,
more reasons to give my love to devour.

You know nothing of this as I speak nothing of it.
I loved staring at you whenever you looked away,
I love just how sharp your jawline is;
your broad shoulder made me fall for you even deeply,
& god, I adore just how pale your skin is.

Despite all the love I feel,
all the butterflies I have in my stomach,
whenever someone mentions your name,
it's such a shame to proclaim;
that my love for you is a mortal agony.

I don't have the guts to speak of the truth,
how I feel about you;
It has been years, and years long,
I keep this all to myself;
I tried to brazen it all out even,
but somehow gets numb every time I do.

They say time helps the heart to forget.
Yet we shared nothing that makes me ache:
Only my hope of being the one you yearn for.

— mm.
The cloth bazaar was quietly breathing rest.

I was scanning rows of hangers for summer shorts
picking up here and there
dresses without skeletons
smiling in the revelation
why skeletons don't need shorts.

I found a poem in one of those hangers
**** with no words
begging me to drape it with some
enough to make it one summer shorts.

Something welled up in my eyes
bare as the poem and as true
and thinking of it
I bought summer shorts
not one but two.
March 16, 2018, 1pm
 Jun 2018 mickey finn
Eric W
Watch me as I fall
without you.
I've spent years
perfecting this dark energy;
you are not the first
to leave me longing.
Watch closely.
I can build a statue
from ashes,
inhabit order
surrounded
by chaos.
Watch as I consume,
without myself,
myself.
I can fall,
but I cannot fail.
Watch.
You only scratched
the surface
of who I was
and am,
but you let loose this
agony -
my flood,
my fuel.
Ever since I was a young teenager, I've worked on ways to turn my hurt and anger into something that betters my current situation. This is no different - let's see what comes.

Daily edit: I’m humbled to be chosen as the daily.  It’s an unbelievable honor. Thank you so much for the love and comments. Haven’t been super active lately because life, but I love you all.
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