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 Jul 2015 Sophie Hartl
gabe
Rain.
 Jul 2015 Sophie Hartl
gabe
"Oh, how I love the rain,"* she mutters to herself, feeling the rain trickle from her face down to her feet.

Most people loves the sun,
she prefers the clouds.

She loves the rain,
for it keeps her sane.

It keeps her safe,
and serves as her escape.
 Jul 2015 Sophie Hartl
Courtney
I set an empty plate on the other side of the table
I’ve been expecting her all day, the least she could do is show up for dinner
I pour her some wine, I know she hates red
I write a card and lay out some flowers in case it’s something I said

It’s growing late so I lay out all of the dishes
I eat alone and my hopes diminish as I play our song with no one there to hear it
I even made mashed potatoes, her all-time favorite
I put the wrapped box with her name on it where I know she’ll see it

I end up drinking both glasses
Hell why not the bottle
Another year has passed and I can’t bury the sorrow
Of the choice she made not to wake up on the ‘morrow

Is it my fault she left?
She said I just wasn’t enough this time
But I tried my best
I’ve never been able to get the guilt off of my chest
Lakes beneath the earth's crust.
Swim in them, they flow through you.
Lakes on the surface of the moon.
Artificial gravity will be coming soon
No one knows,
This hobby of mine,
Where I write down thoughts,
And try to rhyme.

I may be very uncomfortable,
When sharing a poem with you,
Because I feel my thoughts,
Should always stay true.

So if I ever shared,
A poem with you,
I shared it because,
I felt comfortable with you.
Thanks for reading! Don't forget to like, comment, and/or follow. Goodbye and have a great day!
 Jul 2015 Sophie Hartl
Kim Denise
I was prepared to say goodbye to you,
on my birthday,
I thought the best gift
I could give to myself
and to you was
to gracefully let all of it go.

My hands were ready,
they were losing their
grip to yours.

My mouth was ready,
it knew what song to
sing to you last.

******, even my eyes were ready,
they were ready to look at you
like you spin the world
one.
last.
time.

Everything was set.

I waited before midnight,
I was planning to say it
to that extra second
that was added to the
last day of the sixth month of the year,

finally, I thought,
we'll both be free for my pincers
were never meant to
hold the water bearer.


There you were
and you were walking towards me
and you held my hands so tight
and you sang the song I fell in love with
and looked me in the eye
like I put the stars in the sky

and I wanted to let you go
but in that extra second
you held me so close,

I never want to leave.
And I never will again.
the air is heavy
with an unspoken desire
for his tanned skin
upon hers
a shady block
of warm breeze,
a dusty corner
and her back against it
- heaven.

gentle kisses that tasted like summer
now dot her memory
along with flashes of squinting
liquid honey coloured eyes
framed within lashes
that remind her of the sort of thing she'd like want to feel fluttering against her shoulder
first thing
on a sunny sunday morning;
a nose that she'd like to have nuzzled against the crook of her neck

all swatches of filtered sunlight
and unfamiliar hands
soft lips and hurried goodbyes
- imprints of a translucent yellow
 Jul 2015 Sophie Hartl
epictails
I don't want to go there
to that place where nothing
is also  everything
Off the grid
I don't have a choice
But I still choose you
Given the truth
I'd still lie for you
I don't have anything to prove
But I still wanna prove myself
Even though you do have a choice
And you chose someone else
I simply can't deny the truth
I don't have a choice
But I still choose you
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