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Middle of nowhere,
she was drowning,
submerged in sea water,
near the shore,
feeling free and light,
making a wakeup call.

She never thought,
her end would be so soon,
Smiling at memory,
of her friends from childhood,
face after face,
playing like vedio of smiles.

She never knew,
how to miss someone,
someone that could,
bring her back to land,
land was something,
she really missed now.

slowly slipping of soul,
soul that was gift to her from god,
god! was something,
that never she believed on,
feeling of heat was now,
but it was too long.

She first time saw,
what her rude mom feels,
how sorry she was,
hating dutiful mom was rotten,
rotten were dream,
modeling was what she want.

standing beside past,
past was a minute ago,
minutes that she had,
had lashes waiting in hell,
hell was what she deserved,
right now everything she loved.

hard it was becoming to breathe,
breathe?,
souls don't need those,
those were moment realized,
their was ticking of clock,
then she suddenly woke.
coats of dust & pollen settle
on an unoccupied desk;
clumps of rust sprout
on faded typewriter keys.

marmalade pages with
elaborate strokes & scribbles
shrivel like mango slices
suffocating in tropical heat.

a dozen lolling envelopes
with awe inciting addresses
from San Francisco to Shanghai
each wither like aging flowers.

the room once gleaming in
luminescence now hoards darkness.
brandeis blue curtains drape
the windows, stifling sunlight.

sober emotions linger
in the thick, musty air;
overripe creativity decays
into the unwashed floorboards.
rhyme, rhythm, & reason
of the mind cease to bloom;
curiosity & inspiration fall dormant
in a chilling, thoughtless winter.

the mind of a former poet
is an unkept garden;
an Eden of ideas abandoned
in favor of myopic trivialities.

though unattended, the
garden is never barren;
cultivate your imagination &
you will always harvest beauty.

**it’s never too late to pick up your pen;
water your mind & your garden will grow!
oh! l loved you
loved you like a love.

oh! I loved you
love is never love.

oh! l knew love
love that never do's.

but took the road to destruction,
making everything clear.
clear was everything in reason,
but never took it in consideration.

lying was what did day to day,
everyday living for change.
change was what wanted gray,
but wanted thing's were never in range.

happiness was what me wanted to have,
a thing that never had arrived.
arrival of yours was fresh air,
but departure had me heart halves.
Seeing the shinning star,
From rabbit's gaze.
Thinking about the scar,
From the memory haze.

Had every thing planned,
Before you ruined me.
Had every thing in hand,
Before you took me.

Life I lived for so long,
I displeased my soul.
Life I lived was so wrong,
I thought was whole.

Destiny plays with my scars,
Pushing me ahead my past.
Empty hand I stare the stars,
Seeing dark sky so vast.

Grip of my hand was so loose,
That it slipped from hand.
Love that never came any use,
Left, giving me a new land.
Rabbit gaze - eyes that are red after crying
Seeing dark sky so vast - painful memories from ones past that very much to handle.

— The End —