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 Dec 2018 K G
Heavy Hearted
I'll turn into a song
when everything feels wrong
While the roses are still red
Intrinsically, I'll sing along.
While still I'll rise, and glance ahead
Until I entirely realize:
that im alive within these half dreamed dreams.

powerful to mind that somewhere glow sunbeams-
the inevitable engulfing night, remember,
's oh so shorter than it seems.


Wistfully forget
Or
gracefully remember,
I turn into a song-
and its a very solemn playlist.
 Dec 2018 K G
Heavy Hearted
Sometimes all it takes is to look into the eyes of someone who really knows you to actually see yourself. To be reminded of the things that are too small to loose. Small and essential, necessary- and constantly utilized .
Like the ability to love and be loved back- to truly receive love. To understand, and then to multiply it.
Or the ever underrated ability that is actual listening. To truly and activity be able to listen to someone or something- so few it seems are blessed with this.  As I move throughout people I realize how rare these gifts can really be and
how much of a gift
that is in itself-
That I might really know them.
that momentary feeling-
 Dec 2018 K G
Heavy Hearted
An outlet of articulates, is this solemn, surreal site.
Many minds, and many more, shall glow beneath its light.
Yet sadly for myself I've found, the holes within it all,
and now no longer does my heart, answer to its call.

Goodbye poetry, and thank you always; you deserve all you achieve-

Thank you for giving us a place
to share what we believe.

I will say hello to you, and glow with all again someday,
But for now I say goodbye- as I go on my own way.
brb
 Dec 2018 K G
East Wind
To the moon and back you said -
I guess you've landed on earth again.
 Dec 2018 K G
Ceida Uilyc
Mosquito bite
clenched me awake

With a palm full of your hair
Gleaming Kumaoni forehead
Clasped with a ruffle

Warm
rushing dopamine

You turned
I hummed

White noise
Fireworks in the distance
Swearing Windows
Bellowing Curtains
Rainy Pearls of sweat.


We curled
Twin fetus swirls
In a Womb of Thorns

The Oudh on your beard
The flaky burns on my temples

Blended Ambroise
Glaring tunnel of light.
I didn't look up.

I watched the twilight shimmer on your mumbles
Crawling to sleep
While the darkness engulfed the whites.
My painkiller is my Kumaoni Songbird.
 Dec 2018 K G
Ceida Uilyc
Lies like Cakes
Icing of blushes
Maiden flowers of margarine
Snap me in your beak
Clunk me like a teenage mistake

When you called me a *****
I smiled
It was your passion, not mine.
Two words I absolutely despise are- ******* and *****.
Hate this ******* for addressing me that.
It's a ventout.
 Dec 2018 K G
Ceida Uilyc
Those days
 Dec 2018 K G
Ceida Uilyc
When I look into your eyes
There are sparkles
Confetti
Icecream
And Noodles

Fly away?
No, crouch down.
On all fours.

I want to see you scream.
I want to see you wail.
I want to see you moan.
 Dec 2018 K G
Ceida Uilyc
Did we scream that day?
Why did the blood boil so much?
Where did the curdle go?
Were you strangling my nerves then?
Is it wrong to smear the red with white?
Do you remember the moans?
When did the world end, Skeeter?
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