Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
"Indian shizzle", he said.
"**** shizzle", she replied.
"Does it make a difference?", he asked her.
Then he stopped to think,
"Are we really all the same?"
"Murica", said a small voice in his head.
you held galaxies in your hands.
blades cut on your thigh and you bled stars.
the beating of your heart sounded a lot like the birth of planets.
and you kissed the world goodbye, giving me only the moon to remember you by.

you were the fabric of time and I swear when she left I could feel you ripple.
the tips of your fingers felt as hot as the sun.
the stares were as blinding as a solar eclipse.
and you kissed the world goodbye, giving me only the moon to remember you by.

I still remember the moon.
this is the first and only time I will ever write about him. he's still orbiting, he'll never come back down.
Luscious swirl colors
Sunlight reflecting off of
Rainbow jeweled depths
White cotton absorbs the laughter
In banded, restricted patterns
Blue lazy afternoon
Pink sugar candy
Green that's not so easy
Indigo spot light shining
Mimosa bubbles fizz with comedic intent
Juicy honey bells spiking my taste buds
I soak you up, great God of life
In turn creating sacred geometric love
On simple fibers
*splash your soul in thousand foot puddles. Leave your laughter everywhere*
 May 2014 Petals and Thorns
Zead
You feel so alone, the truth about life
A way to comprehend, the colors inside
Deceptions at hand, what's originally right
You got to be careful, it's a beautiful light
Reality is unknown, what everyone else knows
As if I ever knew, to me will never show
In His image, is what we are
Unimaginable thoughts, this may be of sin
The fall of man, no clarification
Free will is proven, within your boundaries
Beyond you see, even with the mainstream
You stream mainly what, you choose what it is
In what context, your mind is your limit
And free will is fake, your perception is wrong
Your feelings are gay, a fool is how one reads
How one understands, can none be there
Where i go, my own land
Alone we are, together we think
The lessons we learn, the styles we live
Yet we forget, as infinities twin
No more than zero, it's such a joke
To ask for us, below the core
Not for us, our being is just
The first poem I wrote. I was just writing my thoughts down and ended up in somewhat poetic form. And that is how I started getting into poetry. This poem is extremely personal. And precisely one of the most accurate scripts to ever describe how I felt at one point in my life.
The Shimmer On The Blue
Dappled sunlight sparkles
Among the pinks and purples
Greens and blue.
Like the sunniest days in a garden
Where shadows cannot get through.
Pinks of a snapdragon, the rose
With its transparent  hue.
The lemons and the lime
With a clear water dew.
The speckles of white where
Snow in summer once grew.
The breeze dances on the leaves
Of the delicate bamboo.
Clouds dodge the rays
As the sun peeps through.
All in all a wonderful time in the garden
Watching the shimmer on the blue.
Your absence
I can taste
whenever I wake
up;
my lips chapped
and bleeding.
Ugh! Everyday.
Turned to self incision,
Escape from tainting vision
Next page