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Can I insert?
My hyperactive hardware into
Soft supple software.
Thought I'd ask
before I bask
in your warmth just a little before dusk
 Oct 2013 Sarah Savannah
HA
pontifical speech
the venomous lashing words
scars burning alive
toxic blood evaporates
frugal condolences spent
Tanka (5/7/5/7/7)
 Oct 2013 Sarah Savannah
HA
a weeping willow

bereft of the hanging leaves

autumn perils
Haiku
"How many times can you fall in love with the same person?"

- the answer escaped my lips but ran wild through my brain.
my heart knew every word that my tongue could not explain.
I look deeper into your question,
billions of people, but you're the incomparable selection.
my selection, laced with complexities that were only meant for me to unravel.
scar after scar and yet falling for you has been the easiest of battles.


"How many times can you fall in love with the same person?"

-let's take a guess because neither of us knows.
let's keep counting, let's use our fingers and our toes.
tallying falls and re-falls into a universe created out of unexplainable connection.
a journey, our journey, the imperfect perfection.
you see, my heart resides in your sanctuary of a soul.
keep it there, it seems to be the only place it will grow.


"How many times can you fall in love with the same person?"

-if the third time's the charm, how lucky are we?
how blessed is this love affair, how is it not meant to be?
question the questions, or jump into what has become our second skin;
LOVE. our home away from home. the place where we've always been.
I will always love you and you will always love me.
so when you ask how many more times we'll fall, I'll simply reply: "Infinity."
Sobbing from down the hall
Everyone feels unsafe
Yelling and anger in faces unseen
Restrained violence set free

Slamming doors, crashing lamps
Flinches and anxiety
Papers being ripped by invisible hands
Conversation and laughter
Forces out of bleeding throats
Swearing and ******
Held back fists fly loose

Overlapping shadows emerge
From itching cuts and scars
Broken glasses shattered everywhere
Whispering of rubber bands
Bruising slender wrists

Sudden silence, a gut wrenching scream
Heavy footfalls creating earthquakes
Fear wrought eyes bleeding tears
Saying a last goodbye
As the gunshot fades
Bringing silence once again
Forever to be heard.
Oh look my second poem during treatment.  I feel like there's going to be a lot of these.
I sit patiently
I wait
I eat
I drink
I pass the time
I don't know that he won't come
Again
I continue
To wait
To eat
To drink
Patience
Continuing
Continuing
The same thing
To a person who never comes
Who is he
Why won't he come
Why, he's been there the whole time
Can't you see him?
Everyone else can
Can't you see him?
The man, all alone
There's much pain in his eyes
Much longing
Can't you see him?
That's okay, no one does
He's a ghost
Not alive
He's you
I am cynical
I am lost
I tie anchors to my feet
and complain when I drown
I am clingy, corrupt
I need so many people
yet I push them away
when they get too close
I am broken
I am scarred
I build my walls
and I tear them down
I'm lonely, tired, sad
I am a mess.
Make sense of me?
Stumbled in
mind & soul
I had no idea
that night would
would lead
to shattered scene**

#micropoetry
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