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 Mar 2014 Rachel Ueda
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Keel
 Mar 2014 Rachel Ueda
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Faded snapshots through time
Where each moment was real
And the world was all mine
Straight and strong was my keel
    
r ~ 28Feb14
Keel-- believed to be the very first word in the English language recorded in writing.
 Mar 2014 Rachel Ueda
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Enough
 Mar 2014 Rachel Ueda
r
I liked her direct approach.
Over the phone wouldn't do;
she had to tell me in person.
Otherwise, it wouldn't have
            hurt enough.

r ~ 1Mar14
I helped a friend
stumble to the bathroom
so he could puke,
held his head
so he threw up in the
toilet
and not everywhere else,
made sure he got
toothpaste on his teeth and gums
then led him to a couch
so he could lay with
a cute girl and cuddle
while I made bed
out of a chair
the next room over
evaporating like
the last puddle
of this storm
cold and wishing
I was him
snuggled up
and warm
.
.
.
Daniel Magner 2014
Dear nostalgic memories,
I think of you as the wind smiles into a breeze,
almost like this sleeping city is making it ease,
lights are coming to life as my cigarette is dying,
the sleepy warmth and moonlight glow,
is something I am starting to love, to know,
watching from my own little spot,
a sense of ease and a feeling of dread,
come sweeping in waves inside my head,
to feel longing for what has been said and done,
and a hope for what is to come,
I am like the dancing dead,
I should be asleep and in bed,
but the lack of comic mischief,
and cosmic drama,
are keeping me away,
making my little stairwell,
one of my many pieces of heaven,
in a life that can feel like hell,
so I will sit here and pay the price,
of not sleeping tonight and not waking tomorrow,
because I can feel the ocean breeze, and for once in a long time in my life,
I can say,
I just feel nice.
I'm think aboot doing another series like the heartbreak poems...I wrote this on three separate days, so it might seem a little disjointed...but I think it came oot pretty badass
 Mar 2014 Rachel Ueda
Traveler
These are the passages
of eternity
A translation beyond
right versus wrong
The questions of life
bear no relief
nor answer
While the raging heart
beats on...

Inherit the burden
of forgiveness
Your belonging
has tied your hands
Join your heart
to the universe
Heed the call
take a stand...
Traveler Tim
re to 05-17
No offense intended.
Proseletyzers:
I once was blind
Now I can think for myself
 Mar 2014 Rachel Ueda
Alyssa Yu
if you could paint the constellations to capture the beauty of your favorite heroes
then the universe would be your self-portrait, my dear
A Month of Stars, Day 3
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