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Cloud boats
adrift dark sky,
crystal stars,
we lie awake at night
enamoured
by dreamless sleep,
surrendered
to love's kiss,
lost
in the moment.
Love's kiss reveals the best kept secrets, awakens desire to breathe in every moment as if it were our last.
We appear so high
when we feel so low

A dream buried
in the well of the soul

shifting reality

Though it has yet to prevail
We still believe

knowing someday it will
How this sadness hangs
a weeping willow tree
in the silence
a heavy burden lingers
waiting to be lifted

dark skies
moonlight embedded in my skin
pulls close
my paper thin heart
whispering softly

"let the light in
don't lose hope
in your dreams"

As the stars weep light
I catch their tears in my eyes
hope for the weary

And in the space
between the mountain of trees
beyond hopeless reality
upon the softest clouds
I lay to rest the dreams I dare to reach
her cotton mouth heart
parched and dry as the desert
thirsting to be loved
At the peak of midnight
sequined eyes peek
wide awake,
soaking up the leak of light
pouring from darkness.

I am drunk and high
as a kite stuck in a tree
a red ballon touching palms
with the clouds;
Ive done too many shots of moonshine,
drank way too many stars.

I am lit.
Extremely intoxicated.
The houseparty upstairs is live.
I can hear it through the wall
and like a pendulum I two step,
solo dancing to the music,
the rhythm of crickets;
intrusive thoughts in my head.

Welcome to insomnia,
the club that never closes,
the city that never sleeps.
Where the mind just keeps
wandering into wonderment,
drunk on belief,
****** on a dream.
Wrote this last night after several nights of dealing with insomnia on account of some new medication.
Emotions: I love them because it means I feel, and I hate them beacuse it means I feel.
****** if I do, ****** if I don't.
melancholy eyes
i am drawn to their soft cry
my own reflection
existing inside of you
a pain that i recognize
That moment you meet someone who you relate to so well. Its like seeing yourself in the mirror. You develop a bond throught the tragedies and pain you share, and joy in finding someone who understands.
Worn thin
tree branches break.
But the roots grow ever still;
her heart wrapped in scars,
yet deep inside of her there remains love.
If I am to be remembered, let it be for the love Ive shown.
Rain folding
into the rose bud
our voices trailed
into one deep breath
a whispering moment

Eternity in a kiss

There was
no turning back
only the instinct to embrace
the kindred spark
between two spirits

That certain spell
of ancient magic
a touch that heals
all broken places
that thing called love

Eternity in a kiss
Hide no part of you
Bare your scars to me
I will not judge you
For I have them too

My love will only grow
in light of all you show
Love acceptance
with a thud and clink

of a locking door

my heart did sink

right down to the floor

like a half moon does

into the grey forest smoke

the lonely and lost

I am forgotten by you

the one I remember most

my house of heart

you once called home

now just a rented space

searching for a tenant

to love
©achosenword
The unexpected end of love or the parting ways of friends is a difficult thing for me to cope with. When someone who promised to stay, walks out on you in the end. For me it is especially hard, because it is difficult for me to open up, and once I let you in, like a memory, I can't get you out.
it is cold again
the moon is no longer soft
just rust and iron
a corroded artery
casualty of loneliness

still its seductive
I cannot resist its charm
temptation to dream
rain slips down the window pane
you paint my sleep into light

Am I destined to
only find you in the dark
at the edge of stars
the burning flames and shadow
conjuring mere reflection?

Are you now reserved
to be a thought in the mind
a cloak of the heart
something I can always feel
but will never touch again?

the wind whimpers reply
illuminating the sad truth
Ill always miss you

forever blue-moon
loving you from a distance
is hard to do...
not loving you at all
impossible
When you miss someone who's no longer missing you....
Ive never been good at leaving
but I am accustomed to being left
bereft is my middle name
abandoned is my first
and ruins is my last
I am a mess of unhappy endings

the breaths in between are just syllables that sing out names
of familar beings now foreign
the echo of lost and forgotten things
only I find I am
cursed to remember

everything is unforgettable
to an empath and a thinker
reflections are pathways back home
and doorways into the unknown
I should lose myself there
not stalk the night

like an owl
prowling for prey
that tastes like you
all the pain Ive come to know
the breaking Ive come to expect

I imagine my heart
is bent and twisted up
disfigured tree limbs
vines of scar tissue
a highway filled with dead caucuses

a gravel road
paved in ruins
some of my own making
where inside
regrets grow like weeds
around a cemetary of memories

In time
one by one
I will pluck them out
cut away the dead flesh
learn to make peace
to move on

bid farewall
to this cold and broken shell
of a frost bitten heart
walk out of the darkness
of past scars

embrace freedom
*forgive and let go
Inspired by the Serenity Prayer:
"God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference."
inside the heart's cell
forged fire of forgiveness
melts ice into tears
you're a rose
with many thorns
your heart torn & forlorn
awaits soft hands
to strip you of your ache
tend to your wounds
love you

I am glass
my love for you transparent
ill be your vase
your place of rest
hold you safe
in my fragile heart
just promise not to break me
Fugitives of time,
not defined or limited
by our past mistakes,
we broaden our horizons,
soar on wings of forgiveness.
Let"s escape the path
of fear and resistance,
meet in the middle,
life of fugitve ending
in the embrace of the heart.
the early bird crows
I listen to the sunrise
the cloud fingers
plucking the strings of
a golden harp
Thoughts while waking to the sunrise.
Older now,
I remember wishing
to be all grown up;
a gift I wish I could pawn
return back to be young.
Binge watching cartoons,
no responsibilities,
childhood memories;
I long for simplicity
the feeling of being free.
Being an adult is hard. So many responsibilities creating complexity...
in the sky
a pale reflection of
curved spines
you were always the big spoon
and I the little one
The moon often inspires me to write, especially at night when the nostalgia of cuddling with a past lover washes over my mind.
Out pouring
of velvet warmth
raining violet
the cloud of heart
bursting with joy
overflowing with love
You make me float
Happy
The world seems so loud, and all my dreams seem to be looking down on me from thought bubbles, unattainable clouds. Yet I still dream aloud. Praying that God hear me somehow, looks down and sees these fields I plow, and know that im ready for the harvest.
This was inspired by something my dad said to me..."If I'm in a wait, its because the seeds I've planted are still growing. And the more I keep sowing, the more I can expect to reap. But much like the farmer though the transition remains unseen to me, I must wait patiently for the harvest."
Be careful with me
For I am soft as rain
sensitive to holding
especially when held
by human hands
hell bent on breaking
beautiful things
Lilies sway
in scent of rain
petal for
each tear of pain
as the eye of honey
drips a stain
warmth to smear
upon a window pane
Hold me like Im still alive, and not the shell of the woman who died; a moment not yet condemned to memory. At least pretend, for the night, we're still in love; all is not lost.Hold me like a comma, like this is not the end of us. Hold me like there is tomorrow, the sunrise you look forward to. Hold me like the sea, deep, in your heart. Hold me like a piece of you was misssing before me, and will be, without me. Hold me like I hold you, like the air in my lungs, like you need me to breathe, and losing me would **** you, to breathe. Hold me like you're all in, you dont want to lose me. Hold me like an inescapable feeling, something you can't let go. Just. Hold. Me.
I desire to be the thing, that someone will fear losing; a lover worth fighting for.
Your eyes
a sunrise
sets in my mind
Mercury rising
a memory of light
reflects inside me
Your soul
a lighthouse
always guides me
home
paradise
just beyond the eyes
where pain lies
captive beneath the veil
of heaven's spell

sleep well
where sorrows drown
in seas of light
the tears abandoned
in our saviors arms

slumber unharmed
a cloud latched on
the supple breast
of shinning stars
rest in peace my love

and know
you will always have a place
here in our hearts
and in our memories
until we meet again

Aunt Mae, you are deeply missed!
Love your neice,
Poem I wrote and read for my Aunt at her funeral earlier this year. It still feels unreal she is gone.
lost in the mist
teardrops fallen in the darkness
caught by moon lips
become a star kissed sky
light at the end of the tunnel
What is
a sliver of light
in darkest night?

to the lost
it is the way home
to the caged
it is the way out

always
it is hope
I have these days
when the light seems far away;
the sun dissolving into a spec of dust.

The silence screams
with such immense intensity
I fear I've gone deaf.

But though the light is far
I still see it, feel it even;
the essence of hope, a thin crease spreading through me.

And I live.
I live!
Everyday I wake up and choose to get up despite how bad I may feel, I win that day; I am one step closer to overcoming. Half the battle is getting up.
Crisp air
and moonlight
alone
I listen to the wolf's cry
wonder if I
still turn the windmills
of your mind
as much as you do mine
There's always that one person you miss and wonder if they miss you too...
Wings of light
lay idle beneath surface sky
grey days
your memory haunts me
an itch I cannot scratch

I am sleeping
on the wrong side of midnight
where the stars slumber
beneath a blanket
of cold darkness

The quiet is so loud
I miss the sound
the bray of your heart
the comfort of your love
*I miss you
That ache of missing someone; the disease of loneliness.
The way the wind
       still clings to the leaves
             long after they've fallen

love is eternal
enduring all things
Pale.
The day you left
my heart became deathly ill.

Waning moon.
All light retreated with you.

Shadows.*
Im a fraction of self;
incomplete.
"The Lord is close to the brokenhearted, and saves those who are crushed in spirit." Psalms 34:18

Ive already broken
satan's gravtational pull.
Refuse to let him bring me down.
All I can do is go up Lord.
Higher in you.
Lord I'm already broken.
Heart already cut open.
Commence surgery.
Cardiac arrest me.
Let me die to my flesh so that you can renew me.
Clean my heart so that it beats purely.
Flesh of your flesh.
Bone of your bone.
You created me in your image.
Your clone.
So let my ways mirror yours.
Lord be the center of my life.
My core.
Let my heart be patient.
Let my words be kind.
Let my thoughts be pure.
Lord protect my mind.
Though I cry
Lord catch these tears.
Though I stand in the unknown
Lord calm my fears.
Take my hand.
Hold me close.
Lead me beside your still waters.
Don't let me go.
Just know
these words are sincere.
I NEED YOU!
I NEED YOU!
Lord hear my prayer.
This is just a short prayer I wrote that expresses my desire to be closer to God, strong enough to give up the things that would seperate me from him, and humble enough to let him know I need him (forgiveness), especially during times I turn away from him, as well as trial and tribulation.
he crept in
while she slept in
always the last
and the first thing
on her mind
©achosenword
I have been studying the tanka form, sometimes the original japanese 5/7/5/7/5 and also the english modern form of short/long/short/long/long format. Really practicing it beacuse I find it such a unique form, so much meaning in so little words and lines.
whirring wind and rain
the sound of a heart beating
melancholy chords
inescapable longing
to find to whom it belongs
3 a.m. darkness
the creaking of doors opening
my restless mind
Since college Ive become somewhat of an insomniac; nocturnal.
2:00 a.m.
Starved of sleep and hungry.
Midnight snack.
A night owl is on the prowl
chasing after dream.
I venture out into the dark.
Climb into the open window
of the lowly moon.
Rummage through its craters.
Outerspace.
I search for each bulb of dream
I ******* into the sky.
I pray I catch the prey of light.
Find a piece of peace tonight.
Escape the termites
that gnaw at the surface
of my eyes.
The anxieties that blind,
eat away at the mind.
Share with me

the wear and tear

of a human heart


Lovers

bearing scars


bare to me all

the unpretty things

that make you

beautiful

©achosenword
Each scar tells a story of the heart, how we have experienced pain and hurt, but survived. Reminds me of one of my favorite quotes by C.S. Lewis "Experience: that most brutal of teachers. But you learn, my God do you learn".
it is so cold here

in the shade of your shadow

just a memory

the leaves have long fallen now

I wish I could forget you

©achosenword
Sticks and stones make break our bones, but words are the mental clones of those, only they have the potential to damage the soul. So be mindful of what you say, to and about others.
gray waves roll to rest
I think on that which is kind
the golden sunrise
life will deal me its lemons
I'll keep making lemonade
Cage
melts gold
into rust,
the soul decaying
under iron,

we must learn to let go
the weight of sorrow,
for like birds
its beauty thrives
on being free.

Worry not
of broken halos,
blow it to hell,
fallen angel,
forgive yourself;

lift your wings,
for all burdens
of our faults
are made light
in the arms of love.
Short poem on learning to let go. Just be. Free.
Russian roulette
one black gun
& a silver bullet
shooting star within the darkness
I bled a wish for love
(for you)

dulcet whispers
breaths of tiny lights
the flicker of hope
a candle encased
in the softest shell

breaks

the rain falling gently
too fragile to touch
fine china
collecting dust

my heart remains hidden
within a cabinet of dreams
awaits my prince
to be awakened
by tender kiss of love

Everything
fades to black
the loneliness
a cruel darkness
and I yearn for light
the candle of your eyes
warmth of your soul

a want
that grew into a need
to be something more
than a seed
or the root

but the center piece
the core
the rose
that blossoms in between
the depths of your soul

a written palm
within your heart
the love that makes you whole

I am reaching
a raven's call
within the darkness
through fog's folly
(smoke and mirrors)
of blurred clarity

to penetrate
the surface details
of your skin

I want to touch
the inner parts of you
to know the love
that lies within

to hold on
to the hand of your heart
and never let go
to submerge
in the deepest part of your river
and drown
in that soft thing
that reaches beyond flesh
beyond bone
an entering into the soul
to rest within the heart
that soft thing called love...

Your hands
a flawless perfection
always reaching
in that tender way
to hold and keep safe
my fragile heart

You are
the poem unwritten
my eternal dream
a wordless poetry of
infinite love

and even
with only half a heart
I know no other way
but to love you
utterly and completely

So take my hand
we have nothing left to lose
except the pain
for love waits
to fill the empty space
the cracks (our broken hearts)
mold us into something beautiful
makes us whole
To the man I will one day meet and fall in love with, marry, bare children with, die loving. Know I have loved you before we've even met.
Dear depression,

Sometimes I yearn to run from you
to be swept away
until the day
my world changes
from grey sky
to milky white and blue

somewhere where the rain
doesnt bury me beneath a sea
of my own tears
depression
it holds me captive in fear
swallows me

in its black mouth
while frantically I look for an exit
but there is none
not one I can see
at least not at the beginning
the dark is long in length

all consuming
yet though I feel like death
I do not die
Somehow I find the strength
hidden deep inside of me
the secret to living

to conjure the light within
feel the well of hope swell
in that sliver of will
see tomorrow as a quill
and rewrite sorrow into joy
paint the future bright

I deserve to be happy
To be free to fly
even if it takes time
I will mend
All will be well with my soul
in the end

I'll be who
I was always meant to be
burn like a wildfire
Brilliantly shine
Content
Fearless

Sincerely,

A survivor
Writing about my depression and anxiety helps me in my overcoming of it. Im in recovery and one day soon I know ill be completely free; happy.
The sky
filled with stars
your eyes
tell a million stories
each one
a reflection of
the beauty of
your soul
blistering cold night
vulturous clouds overshadow
the mountain flesh
hopelessly wanders into
grey mouth of melancholy
"Lonely is something I am accustom to, not something I desire to be, but have learned to accept." -the wolf

In the way
Only the wolf can
Soft cries
I bared my soul
Shed tears
Whispered dreams
Fed fears
To the black widow
Of cold night
Lifetimes
Of alone
Rolled into
A half smile
Of hope
A sliver
Of moon
Perhaps
One day
Soon
The rooster
Will crow a tune
Of love
Ill wake up
From this nightmare
Of hollow
Bones
No longer vacant
Of wamrth
But curiously
Touched
By the fingers
Of a wanderer
Who saw it fit
To curl breath
between
The spaces
To make my empty
A home

©achosenword
long term memory--
i forget to forget you
a fingerprint
i wear your touch
all over my skin
all over my heart

im starting to think
you're inescapable
and somedays
knowing there are still pieces of you
deep within me
is bittersweet

especially those fragments
of good memories
the ones i fight to keep
the ones that cloud my sleep
the ones that make me weep

i keep
forgetting
to forget you
because
i still love you

and thats not so easily forgotten
even if the heart is broken
like nature's beauty
nourishing and fulfilling
spritually sound
the fibers of your being
breathe into me love and peace
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