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I've always been scared to lose the things I love
Everything I've lost
I loved
Or losing them would have been no loss
I ask myself stupid questions
As if they have a right answer
Is it lost if it can be found?
With loss comes sadness
But the sad find things
We avert our eyes from what's ahead
Look down in self pity
With that contemplating look
Sometimes finding the strangest of things
Unwanted, forgotten and withering things

As if this poem was a sick joke
Not to be taken seriously
Like an obvious hoax
I have made it rhyme here
So I can cope

I'm painting a sad picture today
I found myself then lost my way
When two roads lead to the same destination
Do we take the shorter route
Or take a journey through the grounds of recreation?
The longer it is the more to see
The more we find
The more we will be
Forget the things things that can't be found
Resist depression
Don't look at the ground
 May 2016 Rachel Keating
Lora Lee
Sometimes
the burning
is so powerful
that I
might as
well be
tied to a stake
like the pagan
wise-women of yore
mistaken for witches
no dousing
with gasoline
necessary
for the inside
is already so
slick with
simmering
flammability
combustable
liquids
that trickle
down my thighs
into the earth
and create dark steam
that turns into light
as its luscious
vapor rising
from my being
Soon I will
simply evaporate
and become
atmospheric
ether floating
up towards
stars
and raining
love down
into the
tender receptacle
of your
being
So many sizzling emotions :)
i need my inspiration again
where is my salvation
i can't find the chaos
i can't stand the silence
is this hide and seek
or am i blind
is this a child's play
or am i too kind
savage thoughts
with no actions
disoriented mind
or minds
maybe i have 3
or none at all
is conscience real
or is it a delusion for which
we all fall
are memories real
what i wrote yesterday
does it mean the same now?
what i do today
will i remember tomorrow?
it's chaos
chaos alright
but not the chaos i once knew
no this is not it
im going insane in quest
ugly old ensemble
throw at me yourself
blanket me
consume me
this clarity is clouding up
and you're the only way out.
This is my home
This is where I sleep
This is where I hope
This is where I dream.

This is where I cry
This is where I scream
This is where I'm home
This is where I'm me.

I live for it,
Breathe it in:
All the faults
In the skyline
But the breathtaking dawn
Is my lifeline.

This is where I raise my voice
This is where I made my choice
This is where I decided what to give
This is where I decided to live.
My city is still the beautiful wonderland it was when I was still little, in my eyes. I love it with all my heart. I would do anything for it.
why do you refuse to see
what's missing in you
is clearly me
 May 2016 Rachel Keating
Xnihilo
I raise the sun in the morning,
and the moon in the night.
I sing the stars into being,
and chase the darkness out of sight.

I blow the wind that moves the worlds,
and forge the rains that falls ahead.
I do this all, alone and scared
that you won't know me until I'm dead.
 May 2016 Rachel Keating
Leia R
sand and saltwater sweat
fills my nostrils
as we lay side by side on
the shore.
if love was an ocean,
then I've never wanted to
drown more.          
                             l.r.
 May 2016 Rachel Keating
Loveless
Your heart is my heart
In my body so deep
Your soul is my soul
In my heart to keep
Just a verse
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