Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
ORLA Mar 2013
Dear sir,

Please find enclosed one heart,
as per ordered one week ago.
If damaged on arrival, please
Feel free to send it back to us
For a replacement, free of charge.
But if the packaging is torn,
We will assume you broke it,
And we will not reimburse you.

Sincerely,
God & Co.
ORLA Mar 2013
You sit across from me and
spit up garbled words like an infant,
you and your gassy smiles.

So I sit here, up late again,
and regurgitate them all on paper,
to get them out of my system.
ORLA Mar 2013
Nothing but static.

        Twist and turn the ****
              to get a better signal.
Something?

                             I thought I heard---
Ear against the speaker.
Never mind.
                                                                      I was mistaken.
                Whatever it was,
. . . . it's gone now.
ORLA Mar 2013
I am too young to think of ghosts
And wait resignedly
For all my future hopes and dreams
To turn to memory.
If I did not succeed at first,
I should try again
And should not be content to think
In terms of "if" instead of "when".

I am not old enough to wish
Forlornly for the past
Or to expect the things I want
To come to naught at last.
Why am I so resigned to losing,
When I could be winning?
I should not think of endings yet--
My story's just beginning.
ORLA Mar 2013
I don't require shining armor.
Reflected sunlight hurts my eyes.
ORLA Mar 2013
You invited yourself
into my future - just
opened the door,
walked right in,
and promptly made
a crack about
the wallpaper.
ORLA Mar 2013
In my name
Hear the scream of thousands
Of ancient warriors,
Naked, painted green like the
Forest they fight for,
The crash of crude weapons
Crafted by delicate fingers
Glimmering like water
In the hard, cold sun,
And the shudder of trees
In sudden, silent anguish
As the last elfin warrior
Falls dead among their roots.
Next page