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 Jun 2013 Rlavr
kk
When I say that I didn't get much sleep last night,
I mean that I spent seven hours in my bed
Thinking about the way that the morning light
might play off of your skin
And the way that you would shift and snuffle
into the mattress at my first nudge
And my light breath would be against the nape
of your neck,
Breathing in your contentedness
and how happy the sun is
To be warming your shoulders up as you wake.

So no, I didn't get much sleep last night.


  *"I think I'm falling asleep
   but then all that it means is
   I'll always be dreaming of
   you."
'L'esprit d'escalier (literally, the spirit of the stairway, idiomatically staircase wit) is a French term used in English that describes the predicament of thinking of the perfect retort too late.'
 Jun 2013 Rlavr
Kobayashi Issa
Don't worry, spiders,
I keep house
casually.
Its is only fourteen lines
He said, how difficult could it be
But I had tried a million times
If it was, then why wasn't easy for me?
instead of trailing dust, my pen collected dust
How can I write words that would compare
To such words of nature, love and lust
Nothing was important enough, so here I stare
With what could I fill a blank page?
Only meaningless love had occurred
I am only twenty years of age
This could have been morbid if preferred
Its only fourteen lines He said, Just try!
Don't compare, it wasn't easy, it was a lie
 Jun 2013 Rlavr
Kinyo
I offered a homeless lady

some food to eat

and she shook her head

and said

this is good stuff, you should enjoy it yourself

I asked her what she needed

she said it would be nice

to have a place to stay, a fire, and a bathroom

and a bed to sleep in

I was silent

of course I had those things

I offered her some money and some poetry

she took out some cash

and said, I have money

the poems never really captured

the meaning of her life

I never really appreciated the meaning of her life

it would have been

like taking away her homelessness

http://kinyopoetry.com/
 Jun 2013 Rlavr
marina
rain storms
 Jun 2013 Rlavr
marina
braving the thunder was
nothing
compared to braving the
lightning beneath your
fingertips.
because i made a friend at camp. that i really like.  a lot.
and we sat just outside the dining hall together trying to escape the rain and i almost fell asleep beside him and he just sat there and rubbed circles on my back and stroked my hair and it was the cutest thing ever fjdkalfsda.  he's just the greatest; i don't even care what we end up being, as long as i have him in my life.  i suffer from severe anxiety and abandonment issues and i was scared at first to let myself *actually* care about somebody new but i honestly have never been so comfortable around somebody so fast in my life.  he's really something
You know all those cheesy movies that set your hopes up too high that some prince on this white horse is going to show up at your door step and save you from all your bad ways.
I've never wanted that, sure it would be nice to have a cute horse around but aren’t horses messy? And doesn't a prince need a princess?
I can tell you this right now I'm no princess. I'm no Kate Middleton.
I'm messy as hell, I'm as clumsy as it gets.
My socks never match and I say all the wrong things at the right time.
I forget the things I need to remember and I remember all the things I want to forget.
Jeans and flip flops are my best friends.
I spend most of my days eating my heart away.
My point is I'm no princess nor will I ever want to be one.
*Someone ordinary in the most extraordinary way will do for me.
I’ve got all these old things I wrote back in high school, feels like a lifetime ago.
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