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Smell the rain
Before you see
Then the sound
Before you see

Realize what it means

And the damp air is summer
It holds much more than I thought
And I am struck
By the beauty

Like a pinch to the cheek

The promises that this summer holds
Are romantic
And earnest
And so sweet and almost there

It calls to me
To claim my days
And grip the rains
Hi, I'm new here and I'm looking to improve. This was just something I kind of scribbled down today, I'm putting it up to try out the site. If anybody can recommend any great poets/poems I should read for learning purposes let me know! And Hello to all, it's great to meet you!
I am a candle.

My flame is small. It provides no warmth, and just enough light. But it takes only a little bit to get me started. Once I am lit, I will burn for a long while. I may not have much to give, but I will give it all, until I'm just a puddle of spent wax.

I can't endure much. I will follow you, but only if you carry me. I will weather the wind, but only if you shield me. I'll be your hope, your light, your shining star.

I am a candle.
The enjoyment of eating,
Marvels of television's ability to drown problems,
Games to replace reality was all he wanted.

The young life,
Reality,
Offered everything emotionally diabolic to a growing, developing mind.

Through ridicule from elementary peers; fat, ******, stinky or stinker or something relational.
Through defensive mechanisms of accepting ridicule from family.
Through seemingly harsh reactions to a young mind’s spoken word;

A growing  trait to hide thoughts, emotions, began.

Speak and be brought into pits of embarrassment, hurt and hate?
The enjoyment of hiding, an escape.

A life sentence in confined silence -
Everything
Internalized.

Problems, actions, reactions, actions to be, thoughts and emotions occurring and to be, all internalized.
Unaware the implications were to be damaging later,
He proceeded to master the skills to hide in plain sight.

An arduous battle,
An escape from confinement to undo the silence,
Creating immunity to criticisms and differing opinions began.
Not without heightened defenses to new pressures,
Success was found.

Attempts made,
Success found,
Won battles,
The internal struggle of war with self continues at dreadful paces.
Thoughts to control past silence must always be on the offensive.
Control the defensive,
The strong silence.
Perhaps always and forever.
You are like a lion, are you not?
And I shall be the lamb, shall I not?
Our remains shall stay preserved, but in what?
In golden love and awe, am I correct?
So do not fell our affection like a sapling tree.
And do not bash the skull of our forever into the wall of never.
Please refrain from unnecessary doubt of the possibility of us.
For we are our own and our own is us.
And I can only hope for nothing less.
all's hush and quiet
in the bathroom
and things start
to talk to one another

drip, drip, says the tap
brr, brr, says the window
hum, hum, says the pipe
tchk, tchk, says the shower


I've got the worst job round here,
whines the eloquent toothbrush

Oh, yeah? comes the reply
from the unassuming toilet roll
...so you think you've got the worst of life, do you?
Words that touch you physically,
Emotionally, spiritually, make you feel
Younger, stronger, adventurous, in love,
Touch you in gentle massage, fast beating
Heart, tingling skin, enraptured, in words
You see everything, experience feelings,
Beyond senses, living in the moment,
Wanting, waiting, wishing, words that
Touch your very soul in living love.
I will do anything for you,

I would walk the earth,
I would try and kiss the stars,
I would try and give you the galaxy,
If I knew it would make you smile again.

I would turn your tears into gold,
I would be your shoulder to cry on,
I would be your light,
Because I know you're scared of dark,
If I knew it would make you smile again.

I would give up everything I stood for,
I would sacrifice my life for yours,
I would give my soul to the Devil himself,
And burn in hell for all enterinty.
If I knew if would make you smile again.

Because they say that the Saddest people are the Kindest,
Because they don't wish to see anyone else suffer the way they did.
my bed has become
a nest of nightmares and tears.
What once brought me
peace is now a
dreaded place
I receive no rest.
no relaxation, no rejuvenation

I lay awake, eyes open
staring at the ceiling

whenever they close, I
can only see your face in
full accurate detail.
I know it by heart

my heart aches
our last conversation
runs through my head
on repeat. every word.
the sound of your voice in my mind
makes me cry

I tried to sleep naked
but it only made my
skin long for your
touch. Sometimes

I      swear

        I can feel your
beautiful hands on
                my waist

    until
               I open my eyes
  again
            and reality kicks in


you are gone.
       lost; not wanting to be found.
Smile, darling-
No one can hear your hollow wails
when lips are closed
and turned up to the unforgiving sun.
Blackness is only a shade of light
beneath your downy mouth,
a shadow of your solitude, and nothing more.
The faint, wet glisten in your eyes
reflects the bronze and porcelain faces
looming down over your tear stained cheeks.
Frustration comes a shade too light
to be seen over the rosy red hues of laughter
sprinkled across your one dimensional grin.
Your laugh lines stretch out
until they gently brush up against the
soft white hair that frames your ears,
leaving no room for sorrow
pushed somewhere off the grid
of your proportionate composure.
*Life's clock can only tick as fast
as minutes do condense,
and happiness will never last
beyond the present tense.
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