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 Jan 2017 May
Curtis
Ink
 Jan 2017 May
Curtis
Ink
A flood runs down my wretched spine
So many toxins
And wasted time
Flushed on out
Of this brain of mine
Here it lay on this little phone screen
All this blackness
Shimmers with colors I've never seen
 Jan 2017 May
Willard Wells
Yippie Ki Yay,

We ride the wave
into a new year of adventures,
happiness with friends.

Let the fun adventure begin
with the midway of rides,
flashing lights,

With children at play
in the adventure
we call life.
 Jan 2017 May
Ink
Growing Old
 Jan 2017 May
Ink
Stress has carved its scars on your forehead.
Joy has softened the edges of your eyes.
You wanted beauty, but you got wisdom instead.
To you, the years have not been kind
 Jan 2017 May
Sethnicity
I treasure your thoughts for they mirror mine
and I often feel like the sky
So blue
but I am
just another reflection of you
the true source of life and all I can do
is jot ******* drops of truth
frigid fractalized isolated idioms
Verbose vapor flakes seeking fictional synonyms    
headlong ing to be with you
more than me and I am not really blue

This much is truth
pooling thoughts in my planetarium booth
brainstorming ways to lightning youth

But I am not You

I am see through
a satellite out of view
conduit of the more true, Luna
who is more of an effec-tionate of you
morpheous of midnight master of black, whole, new
presenting red eyed roses nightly reflected by you

(but see me I am through)
Liquid glass
Preview
The deep the blue
and I am not blue  

scratching the surface and rippling clues
like Voyager's travels
I am echoing shadows of the beauty
you innerview
snapshots of interstellar War Stars out of sight
I am through, see
you hold mysteries I only understand by sky light
when I move you move and you move with might
the final frontier is my domain but you hold many more
leagues unknown and forget me knots
Consider me the wife of Lott
in the massive wake
a primordial parking lot
present yet nought

Blue

In my ever reaching expanse
am just fuel for flame
fleas and moth flee in the aether of my veins
Which provide little shelter
From larger wings of change
While great and small exist in all
your leagues of  superfluous membrane
Cool azule from whence life can be sustained
Be Tickled by the fingers of my admiration make waves of mutual celebration
But do not be humbly demurred
Be for me what I can not be

Blue
A response to a poet I met here through great fanfare he wishes me the best but i know i will never be him.

Happy New Year HP and be like water my friend!
 Jan 2017 May
Julie Grenness
My task is to write a reflection,
I ponder, what is worth my edification?
I shall reflect this day on---POPCORN!!!
Yes, Popcorn! Our pop culture it adorns,
Sweet caramel popcorn is digestive ****,
or do you like salted treats,
Popcorn, Popcorn, salted or sweet?
Ah, decisions, decisions, decisions,
A dither of popcorn reflection........
Feedback welcome.
 Jan 2017 May
JR Falk
When I opened the Christmas gifts you got for me and vice versa.

On the way out to eat, you looked over your right shoulder just to observe traffic and all I could think about was how clear your eyes were from my view.

Every single time we say goodbye on the phone.

When we were sitting in Qdoba and you grabbed my hands, stared at me, smiled, and chuckled, insisting I was cute.

We were looking at the Waukesha skyline, and as we turned to get back to your car and escape the December cold, you tripped over the last standing Christmas tree that overlooked the city and I laughed hysterically.

When we raced across the Target parking lot and you beat me by a landslide, but you almost knocked a family over as you hardly stopped yourself from running into them.

The first time we ever skyped, my heart stopped as you looked at your whiteboard, doing homework. I still stop myself from saying it, every time you do.

When I was sitting in the passenger seat of your car in the Target parking lot, and you leaned over and kissed me. No warning. Just the kiss. You pulled back and smiled, forehead to forehead. Neither of us said one word.

When you spoke to me in nothing but Dance Gavin Dance lyrics for practically a whole day.

When you told me that this wasn't the relationship you thought it would be. I bit my tongue and held back tears.
I let you vent.
I let you disconnect.
I feel like I don't even have you anymore.

12.26.2016
10:37pm
Frustration and disappointment
ganged-up on me,
then fear and anger jumped in -
suddenly, it became four against one.

I wanted, so much, for my mind
to throw the white towel in,
but it was too late
because my heart got knocked-out!
Hence, for my soul, it was lights out!
~ The four of them won.

By Lady R.F ©2017
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