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 Jul 2013 MITCHELL
Lily Gabrielle
Feed me to the arms if the sea.
The moon spoke as loud as your eyes
On a day like today
When even minutes are just minutes.
They spin like a circle
But the loops in my mind
Take me back to you
More often then not.
And the devil turned fish to stone
In a lake of ice
Beside a tear
On the cheek
Of someone who broke your heart
In sixth grade.
All directions point to you
Except the sign on the corner of my street.
Since the night you breathed into my lungs,
I can't seem to shake
The sound of your heart in my ear.
Did you forget, my love,
How special you are?
And I just want to know how you're doing
And I just want you to remember my name.
Sorry for so much emotion, I've just been thinking of love lately.
 Jul 2013 MITCHELL
Lily Gabrielle
Every October I, like the moon, cry craters.
 Jul 2013 MITCHELL
Àŧùl
In architecture the fourth pillar is so often considered the most important entity in supporting the ceilings, roofs & all such structures.

I thought a lot about my life and found out the four pillars in my life are so close and so very crucial to my life, each of them indispensable to my life.

First is my own learning;
As everything I've learnt comes to my aid in whichever fields of life that I venture to.

Second is my father's teaching;
As everything I've learnt comes ultimately through his teachings and demonstrations..

Third is my mother's pampering;
As everything I've learnt comes polished through her directions and suggestions...

Fourth is my lover's loving:
As everything I've learnt comes to her meaningful teaching or pampering....

Oh dear you complete the structure of my life as you are the crucial fourth pillar in my life.....
My HP Poem #383
©Atul Kaushal
 Jul 2013 MITCHELL
Àŧùl
I've been the only issue
That my parents have
Had to deal with always.

I've had many issues
Which I myself have
Had to deal with forever.

I had been so lonely
Devoid of any good
Friends to play or rhyme with.

Fatefully I've received
The pleasure of all
Elementary worldly things.

But still I felt so alone
And so lonely when
I was with many fake friends.

Then my fate shone
Through the dark of
A dreary night when she came.

I had been so lonely
Devoid of any God
*She is my own beautiful Angel.
My HP Poem #385
©Atul Kaushal
 Jul 2013 MITCHELL
Àŧùl
I only care about the sandwiches I get to eat!
My first 10-word poem
My HP Poem #386
©Atul Kaushal
 Jul 2013 MITCHELL
Amanda
Consentive Thoughts for “Ten Wings"

I think I am a fan of poetry
I think I run on love and creative energy  
I think things do not happen randomly
I think I do believe in destiny
I think true love is not a fantasy

I think there is a man all about tranquility
I think I am a fan of his humble serenity
I think I do not know where he goes camping
I think it is marriage he wants of me
I think my answer he will soon receive

I think I sing music that few ears have seen
I think music and poetry set my spirit free
I think this is the universe’s own decree  
I think we see the beauty in everything  
I think music and poetry in one should be  

I think we will see each other this week
I think that is when you planned to meet
I think this Friday I will be twenty three
I think he has already seen “Pieces of Me”
I think this love could be a beautiful scene

I think it is him I want to receive
I think he is on hello poetry
I think he likes the letters A, T, B, and D
I think he follows me three levels deep
I think he is the man of my dreams

I think of all the possibilities
I think this transition was meant to be
I think those were words he has said to me
I think one day his wife I would love to be
I think until then I will be waiting patiently
 Jul 2013 MITCHELL
Kelly Roland
archaic lands
heavy sands
the worlds gotten by so long
on so little
so why dont we?
the sun never asks for seconds
or steals the stars
to shine brigher
just like the moon never complains about sharing its light
its a fight or flight
kind of world weve made
this is mine
I found it first
its only a dollar
whats a few more hurt?
all of these things
blind us and bind us
til noone can find us
not even ourselves
yet we cling to the stuff
the this's and that's
because they define us
remind us
of who we are
or want to be
maybe if we set that free
we'd meet ourselves for the first time
 Jul 2013 MITCHELL
Anna
Sara
 Jul 2013 MITCHELL
Anna
Sara is a dream
With an attitude you won't believe
An addict for advice
She sits alone most friday nights
Spinning suns
And breaking ways
To find a reason not to stay
And live a life
She cannot stand to hold
So pretty in her hands
But quickly breaking down
 Jul 2013 MITCHELL
Lily Gabrielle
Maybe tonight I'll forget
how to give you up
beneath the moon,
which is also you.

Did the sea ever chill your hands
like your spine,
watching me
behind a naked tree on a dead end street.

Is it a lie to surrender half the burden?
Hypnotized and paralyzed by a sky
afraid to cry
and rain.
Please, just fall from your knees
I swear
I can keep up the pain
and pretend to pull you closer.

The middle of the ocean could be three feet deep
and no one would know.
I could love you,
but I'll never part my lips.

Do you know why I never asked twice?
Maybe it was the little bit of sweat that forms by your temples
or the way you say goodnight
when it was already well into the morning.

Can you feel that when the lights are on?
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