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i always have
the urge to run.

but what is it like
to be a tree?

to be confident enough
to root yourself
and grow with
wild abandonment,
being unapologetically
you?

i'm still running,
but i wish i knew.
one plus one equals two 
just like me and you 
but why'd you have to divide your heart 
couldn't you give it to me as a whole part? 

I used to love math 
But now it gives me problems 
Literal ones
Couldn't it ask for simpler answers? 

I asked why I had to find your x 
but you didn't answer y 
oh these complicated equations 
these numerous fractions 

oh yes, fractions and ratios 
you gave me a fraction of your heart 
yes, just a half and kept the other 
just so you could give it to someone else 

oh why did math come into my life 
WHAT THE HECK WILL I USE IT FOR? 
I don't need to use my empty brain 
THAT'S WHY THEY MAKE CALCULATORS 

I didn't sign up for this 
I won't be a mathematician anyway 
Oh wait, I lost the point 
IT WAS YOU WHO THREW ME AWAY 

now I'll just go back to being half of everything I used to be
yeah I just really hate Math
Haiku 1

bamboo~
a fragile woman
a lifetime of inner strength


Haiku 2

a ballet dancer
mesmerized with the wind’s tune
the seasons succumbed


Haiku 3

bamboo shoots stand tall
among  dry leaves and mushrooms
a succulent wood
 Mar 2019 Rochelle Foles
Perry
Can the entire ocean
all be swallowed by my eyes.
If I make it to the moon,
will I then feel left behind.
Is there an end to the world,
that is decided by time.
Will I see beauty so great,
that I truly must go blind.
At the end of the last road,
will at least all colors rhyme.
I fear the war will not stop,
these enemies in my mind.
 Mar 2019 Rochelle Foles
Sarah
Why do I crave
Your attention
This late at night
All I need
Is your breath
In mine
To stay alive
I remember
sometimes

her voice would quiver

like paper lanterns
dancing in some
foreign nighttime glow

I fancy
sometimes

I knew that sweet tremble

at a tea ceremony table
beneath Chinese skies
many years before

it first caressed my ear
 Mar 2019 Rochelle Foles
Arisa
i think i'm in love
with a man drunk on the moon
i think he's a wolf
I was severely bored when I wrote this.
 Mar 2019 Rochelle Foles
17711
dark
light

I wake up to dirt
toys
bunkbeds

dark
light

I wake up to a classroom
girls
friendships

dark
light

I wake up to a beard
a 9 to 5
bills

dark
light

I wake up to a wife
kids
wisdom

dark
light

I wake up to wrinkles
loss
deterioration

light
dark
 Mar 2019 Rochelle Foles
dadens
why does the world drain me of all that I am
but then expect me to fill myself back up like its nothing?
© d.a.dens
your body is an instrument I mastered eons ago, when the stars were young.
it is you I have, and shall always yearn to play.

at my touch, you open up to me; lines of familiar notes upon my fingertips.

together, we harmoniously orchestrate the ethereal music of our souls: a sonata of infinite synchronicity.
the symphonies we conduct originate from the stardust of our souls.

© kalica calliope
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