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 May 2016 Rachel Ueda
Lisa
River
 May 2016 Rachel Ueda
Lisa
River river,
Sway way
Effortlessly elegant,
From far away,
What do you seek
To see a new day?
Keep on moving
Even when the sky is grey
I envy you river,
So cool and calm
Unlike my heart,
For it can't move on
What is left once he is gone
\
.     Maybe
               I liked
                        rainy
                                days
                      ­                  before
                                               but-
   ever        since       you      came,                                  
    all I
    could
    picture
    were                  
    the                  
              sunny
         days
You're the only one who ever turns a grey sky blue
And all I'll ever want is to be with you.

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2016
Been waiting  my whole life for this and I never knew
Been waiting my whole life to love like this and I never knew
Been waiting and waiting
And never knew I was waiting
To find someone who had to be perfectly imperfect perfectly
You
And now that i know what I was waiting for
And now that I know this new kind of love
This brand new love
This love I've never known like this before
No other love will you find me ever waiting for
This is my only love
My one and only true love
That I willl always be loving
And always be waiting for
Only you
Only you
Only
You
For loving you
Is what I am suppose to do
And that is what I've been waiting for
 May 2016 Rachel Ueda
Mike Essig
My first real job
was trying to glue
blown up teenagers
back together.
I was twenty, old.
I held them in my arms
and told them lies
while they cried and died.
Told them it was ok,
they were fine, going home.
Their spirits lodged in
the secret chambers
of my broken heart.
I can never forget.
Their faces stick
in in my brain
like photos in a wallet.
I will never forgive
those who sent us to die
and then treated us
like mad, pariah dogs
if we made it back.
But we knew what we knew.
He today who sheds
his blood with me
shall be my brother.

Brothers in arms.
Brothers forever.
He was afraid that he said the wrong thing,
so I explained to him
that we are not porcelain,
we won't fall apart at the slightest of touches.
And as scared and small and frail as I feel,
I remind myself that I am
flesh and bone and muscle and mind
and a body that fights every day to keep me alive.
We are not porcelain,
so don't be afraid to jostle us, love.
It has been awhile, my friends. I write less poetry when I feel content.
 Mar 2016 Rachel Ueda
M
quote
 Mar 2016 Rachel Ueda
M
"Get a little rock and roll on the radio and go toward all the life there is with all the courage you can find and all the belief you can muster. Be true, be brave, stand. All the rest is darkness."
by stephen king. not mine
Lavender paints the heavens, lingering
Over an elegant array of cerulean, silk
Gossamers. Rays of sunlight dangling
Among the fringes of distorted clouds,
Nestled within the gleam of your eye.
Soft summer breeze caressing my skin;
A tune you hum fastened in my ear.
Lavish hues seep from your open lips--
Never gray. The foliage beneath you is
Evergreen. Autumn only a memory,
Raw yet fictional.
But my love, the colors are alive in you.

I did not do my all capitals in this one because I did not want to distract from his importance. <3
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