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Tomorrow is such a different
world
away
from me
and you
tonight
I have such a million words
inside my head tonight
forgive me if I just throw them
on a page tonight
I can’t make sense of them
tonight
I can’t make them fly
like they deserve
tonight
 Oct 2021 pilgrims
Olivia Henkel
The ordinary is now far,
far beyond my fingertips.
I'm afraid
"let those fears melt away"
Grasses flourish
mine a bit further
extending out through the chest
and entwining with another
squeezing desperately
visioning gold encrusting our tie.
though, we are not sealed
with an impenetrable bond
threads are frail
and for this to work
it takes two grips to hold on
 Oct 2021 pilgrims
Anugraha
Fly
 Oct 2021 pilgrims
Anugraha
Fly
I fall,
And fall,
And fall
some more
But that's okay.
I break
that's okay
when it's time to fly
I'll Fly.
 Oct 2021 pilgrims
Anugraha
Awake
 Oct 2021 pilgrims
Anugraha
I dreamt
A delicious dream
Today
and awoke
Feeling
betrayed.
 Oct 2021 pilgrims
Rahwa
Fear my friend, Fear my foe
Fear the jailor of my soul.
 Oct 2021 pilgrims
ghost queen
early bluing
of an autumn sky
nip and chill
of a countryside

as seasons turn
things remembered
nostalgic
for a summer
lost in time

basking in the glow
of a fire
and the warmth
of a lover

snuggled deep
in each other

finding love
and shelter
between heartbeats
and whispers
 Oct 2021 pilgrims
Shane
Through my window
Lies an old bark
Chopped away, used up
For flames long cold.

The rain is useless.
The sunshine a memory.
The damp black dirt
The only hope it knows.

Just roots remain
Sinking into Nothingness,
A pale faded oak
Turning grey and ******.
Cracked and wrinkled,
Scarred and blunt.

It doesn't move with the Wind
Or offer shelter and
Reprieve.
It just wants to rot away
Before tomorrow comes.

But each night,
This old bark stares
Back through my window...
Waiting with me.

 Oct 2021 pilgrims
Shane
Charcoal
 Oct 2021 pilgrims
Shane
Maybe there is something left
Inside this piece of charcoal.
Maybe there is one more chance
To burn with another.

Or maybe this is just
The last dream,
Before you crumble and fade
Into the black smoke.
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