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 Oct 2016 May
Kerri
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 Oct 2016 May
Kerri
Some people
Love you
For the way
You make
Them feel
About themselves.

I just simply love you.
There's a difference in these types of LOVE.
 Oct 2016 May
Jessica Burgess
Tragedies what art thou foul memories
That come back to haunt me at peculiar moments

Where I can not escape thou haunts and taunts
For I relive them each day of my life

These memories have left scars that I shall remember forever
Forever is eternity
But without love what is forever?
Inspiration my anxiety
 Oct 2016 May
a m a n d a
sometimes i just
say what i think,
because once
i'm gone
what else of me
is there
anywhere
in
    the
         universe?

when you
already have
something,
you take that
thing for granted.

when you have
the better of
something,
you take for
granted those
who have less.

what you have
reached, you
expect others
to also reach.

but you
are not everyone,
and everyone
is not you.


some of what
you have,
i do not.
and some of
what i have,
she does not.

you should be
looking below you,
not above.
that is where you
will find the answers.

if everyone is
reaching below
and
lifting up
no one
is left behind.
 Oct 2016 May
Mims
Purple walls,
Waiting anxiously to be,
Blue,
Waiting desperately to be,
Fixed,
Holes and scars,
From you,
From me,
Writing on the wall,
Only from my insanity,
The floor is covered,
Laundry undone,
Old art projects,
Failed dreams,
And notebooks.

The bed,
Is where,
Where I like to rest,
However I'd sit there,
When I felt a pounding in my chest.
Stare at the ceiling till your eyes bleed,
Stare at the ceiling,
Till your demons flee,
The same room where,
I said my first i love you,
Where,
I meant my first I hate you,
Where friendships fell between the wall and the box spring,
And I,
Was too tired,
To retrieve them.
My depression holds me a hostage inside of my bedroom inside of my head.
Up the steep steps
as you reach the age old fort,
you breathless behold
the green valley down below
and that magnificent mound of rock
by the name Robinson Hill.

In the sweet silence of birds' chirping,
the winds reek of rifles and gun smoke
and you hear not the rustling leaves
but bullets echoing all over the valley
one more down, another down
as they held the fort till fell breathless
passing into tombs and memorials
you read to pause for a breath
up above the green valley
where the grasses grew over the blood.
Duar War (1865) declared by the British on the Bhutanese.
Inadequately armed and outnumbered, the Bhutanese fought gallantly at the Buxa Fort, Duars before falling to the might of a superior army.
A visit to the Buxa Fort in April, 2016 inspired this write.
plucks            all                 her

He                                         privacy

She                              moans
merrily
 Oct 2016 May
Valsa George
When sleep eludes me at night
And my mind floats aimless
Like a sail boat idle on the sea
When on my bed I lie staring vacant
At the pale moon that gleams,
A medley of sounds falls in my ears

I hear the chirp of cicadas, the screech of bats
The hooting of owls, the flutter of moths
The staccato notes of the crickets
And the shrill sonorous music of grass hoppers

Among these and the silent music of the stars
The one sound that delights me most
Is the sound of the whistling Thrush
Her loud song cuts through the air
And mingles with the soft hush of leaves

Hidden in the blanket of darkness
I am not privileged to see this beryl bird
To me, a Goddess of enchantment n’ magic
Sometimes like a sweet secret
She emerges from the depth of a ravine
Sometimes she hides in the leafy coverage
Of a nearby poplar tree
Always she starts with a hesitant whistle
As though rehearsing her own art
However gaining confidence
And happy over her trial attempt
She soon bursts forth into 'full throated' song
Creating such sweet vibes of warm feeling
And producing in me an instant healing

Nay, she sets my soul on fire
And swallows me whole
Creating in me an eternal longing
To hear her pour out that celestial melody
Sitting in some far fringe of Heaven
To make me lose myself within myself
And slosh my soul in mad ecstasy!
I love birds and their songs always set my heart on fire and leave it pumping with glee !
 Oct 2016 May
Katja Sunny Darre
If our bodies
Were only made
Of floating heads
I sure as hell
Wouldn't have survived

My head
Would have blown up
In a thousand pieces
Because of
The millions of thoughts
It couldn't contain
Inspired by my lovely Best friend
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