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  Sep 2017 Solaces
beth fwoah dream
the road to the sun
weeps to fall in the shadows,
sweet breath of the sky.
now dedicated to my father, roger, who passed away at 2pm this afternoon following a short illness. rip, dad i will always be proud to say i'm your daughter.
Solaces Aug 2017
I could see the blue glow all around me..
I felt pressure in every part of my body..
Almost as if I was deep under water..
But I was in darkness..
A darkness so dense it almost seem to have weight..
The blue glow became shine..
And the weight of darkness was getting lighter..
I was now able to walk in the heavy darkness toward anywhere..
The lines in my hands had blue lightning running through them..
My shine now tunred into rays of light..
Cutting and burning through this wicked heavy darkness..
Everywhere I stepped, everywhere I had been was being replaced with light..
I became a blue star in the end..
It took me 222 years to walk the planet and fill it with light..
Along the way I found out that I had died with my race very long ago..
All that was left was a small splinter of light..
A light I had always belived in..
Turns out it belived in me..
My planet lives again..
Without us in it..
Only me..
At the end of my light travel I come to the final splinter of darkness..
And wonder, what believed in this so much that it killed everything on my planet..  
Whatever it was I knew it was still out there..
And I needed to find it!

S-DIVERS
iN THE HEAVY SHADOW WAS A BLUE GLOW..
Solaces Aug 2017
I felt a ghostly kiss on my neck..
It felt as if a warm  raindrop splashed on my neck..
For a moment I heard a beautiful dream like hum coming from everywhere..
It was the music of everything..
The grass, the dirt, the trees, the winds, the colors, and the ghost...
I was at peace with myself..
No chaos, no worries, just simply me.
Spirals of light begin to spin..
Like mini galaxies floating in the air..
Many moths with wings made of light came out of each spiral..
All different colors..
Flowers made of light grew all around me..
A great gust of wind came in and spun around me..
Flower pedals made of light spun around me.
The scent was out of this world..
It begin to make sense for a moment..
This strange place was the center of a star..
I was the star..
My imagination was making it shine..
I was feeding this star..
I was endless!
wish upon a star..
  Aug 2017 Solaces
beth fwoah dream
"where day is....an opening door'

black lined eyes,
purple-red lips
cheeks of rose
and broken petals,

summer sings of
green feverish leaves,
of a hot sun, of my
longings.

twisting lizard
scales not skin
iron-like, unhinged
and re-hinged, threadbare,

cardboard sun, smartly
stitched like a brown bear,
woken from a trembling
night of crimson stars,

torn up paper, song
of love, hot bird,
sparrow at an angle.
loving you
  Aug 2017 Solaces
phil roberts
Dark again
Darker than
Colourless sounds
From ceiling to walls
Always
Strange doors
Like gaping mouths
Dragging tears
Cracking open
Screams of silence

A day or night
Then comes the light
At long weary last
Ended future
Useless past
Nothing holds
Narrow roads
Damaged junction
There's a time
Comes the light
Follow the light

                          By Phil Roberts
  Aug 2017 Solaces
phil roberts
My back aches
It breaks from carrying you, Boy
So many years
All your life
All my life
You hold me back
And slow me down
You keep dragging me
Down to the ground
I could have flown but for you
Keeping the past within me
Anchoring me to the long gone

I remember you
Scrambling in the dirt
And fighting in the street
But underneath you were soft
Too fast to believe
And maybe you still make me a fool
I've always told you
Toughen up, kid!
I can't afford your gullibility
I refuse to feel your fears
Or hear the voices that scare you
Do you hear me, kid?
And tell me this, Boy
Do I still see the world
Through your wide open eyes?

                                  By Phil Roberts
  Aug 2017 Solaces
phil roberts
Things get broken
Hearts
Minds
It's no-one's fault
It never is
Not really
Butter fingers and distraction
Without malice or forethought
Things
Like hearts and minds
Slip
And shatter on hard contact with reality

                                By Phil Roberts
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