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Sarah Spang Mar 2017
Passed the time searching,
Tracing the circles
Of this tired path I’ve worn in the soil.
Eyes touching faces,
Skimming the places
The crowds that have swollen and roiled.

Red brimming eyelids,
Sleep stolen violence;
I’ve curled up with nothing, away from the light.
Drift off to no where-
Found you were somewhere,
Sought then to flee there: off into the night.
Inspired by The Scientist
Sarah Spang Mar 2017
It’s retrievable from where?
The center of this chest.
Folded up beneath the bone,
Before it makes a crest.
Awake again, my searching hands
Once numb, now fill with fire.
The need to shape, to form, create
Has formed its own deep pyre.
Sarah Spang Jan 2017
Read me, Hear me.
I am existing somewhere
Strewn between each letter that
Your eyes caress.
I'm mingling with the meaning
I've chosen to impart
With riddles, with metaphors,
With everything but
The truth.

I'm tangible.
Whisper my writing and know
That I am a scrawled sentence
Of desperation;
A Vagrant, caught wandering
In the downpour
Without the language
To capture the way
The rain smells, or the wind tastes
Or the earth sounds.

Oh read, and know
That I am crying out
Along each line to the seraph
Of a letter that I've struggled with
To grant a modicum
Of the nonsense left in my heart.
I've cried out
Thousands of words;
Screamed them until they furrowed
In paper, in computer screens
Into the faces of hapless lovers
To no such avail.

At the end of the day, read and know
That my writing is as futile
As loving a dead man,
An errant, wandering heart,
And a depth-less, angry river.
Sarah Spang Jan 2017
Cross the distance
Close the gap,
Make a stride traverse a
Infinite chasm.
Every pale replacement
Is a soft lie
Whispered inward
At a truth, a need
To accept that
The otherside has faded to myth;
Fallen to shadow.

Having recall
Of the way oasis feels
With certainty, the grass is greener
Back in the place
Filled with emerald eyes
White teeth smiles,
Skin like guilded earth.
These
Recollections
Made me certain I was touching eternity
When the waves brushed my skin.
There is wordlessness in this knowledge
A sublimity, a divine loneliness
Knowing the expanse that
Divides lands,
Stretching beyond sight, perception, and physicality
Feels like nothing
In the distance between us.
Sarah Spang Dec 2016
One for one
To equal another
When one's snubbed out,
What comes of the other?
I've done the math
Enough to know
That one minus one
Leaves one a zero.
One half an the other,
A one and one pair
When one splinters off
Then one's beyond repair.

Nobody's enough, no body with me
Nobody loves no one/ No body loves me.
Nonsensical Rambling.
Sarah Spang Dec 2016
The distance between heart and brain
Can stretch for miles- then again,
At times the journey's half as short
As one would willingly purport.

On day as these, when autumn sun
Paints the leaves with liquid dun,
The distance spans eternity
To surmount sense and certainty.

I trace the swirling, falling leaves;
The ghostly trail my exhale breathes.
This change in colors brings anew
The nonsense in my heart for you.
Sarah Spang Nov 2016
Oh, read the way I see you,
The blessing of my words,
And know that what I feel for you
Has plagued me like a curse.
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