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 Jul 2015 Stellar Notions
JDK
Shaken
 Jul 2015 Stellar Notions
JDK
I just deleted forty lines.
I haven't snorted one in ages.
I tell them all I'm high on life.
Can't tell the difference between criminals and sages.
Not to stake a claim on anything.
Not to shake a leg or anything.
Not to say I'm not really here,
but just dreaming.
Somebody pinch me.
Wait, didn't you already say that? (Didn't I already imagine you saying that?) Haven't I already given a response to that? Why aren't we floating yet?
 Jul 2015 Stellar Notions
niamh
They move like dancers
Fuelled by bloodlust.
Heavy hands weighted
With the hopes of a nation.
An ampitheatre of
Fluorescent lights.
The chariots of the colosseum
Move through the shadows
And the savage beasts
Walk on two feet.
I remember the seashells on the beach,
     two shadows at my feet, and the sun on my back;
I remember laughing happiness as if it were my only feeling,
     and falling asleep with space-bound dreams of ecstasy;
I remember my heart fast-beating for no reason,
     smiling and not being able to stop.

I remember all these things in perfect detail,
     and yet it's been so long I've forgotten your face.
Set me on fire already.
I've been waiting a long time.
Go ahead, just do it.
I won't scream anymore.
one last goodbye to end all goodbyes
 Jul 2015 Stellar Notions
Monika
I've been waiting for him to come back for an entire year, holding onto the hope that maybe he's looking at the same stars as me and maybe he's listening to that song that reminds him of me but nothing numbs the pain of him leaving. He's falling in love with a new girl every night and even though it will always be him for me he's going to keep moving on until eventually I'll be just another spot in his memory, a blur hidden in his past and I've tried my hardest to move on. I keep wishing someone else would break my heart but I guess I forgot that he took my heart with him when he left. I speak to any man with the same accent as him like maybe it'll keep the memory of him here...I don't want him to disappear. maybe he's forgotten all about me but I'll never forget the first time he said he loved me like it was something he was unsure of like he was scared of it and I was scared too, because there was nothing more beautiful than the way his eyes lit up every time he smiled or the way he walked like he was taking up too much space while at the same time taking up no space. every time I come close to loving anyone else I am reminded of the day he told me to wait for him and the truth is I forgot my own name when I learned his and I think I would wait until the universe collapsed in on itself if it meant I could hear his voice once again.
 Jul 2015 Stellar Notions
River
Gold glittering
Sand in my hand
Prickling my palm
The ocean serenading sweetly like a song
And it won't be long
Until like a drop in that ocean
I will be strong
Because I'll be a part of something bigger than myself
A part of something massive
and at times so turbulent
and yet
on many an occasion
So serene
That you forget it's turbulence you have seen.

If the sea were to dry up
It wouldn't be completely gone
Because it's seashells have recorded it's song

And sometimes you can even hear the seagulls
and the Coney Island whistles and bells
Echoing in the conch shells

The sea teaches me
That strength is necessary
But softness even more so
Just like the waves spread themselves unevenly on the sand
Bursting with effervescent iridescent froth
of the ocean's love broth
Sand scorched by a shared sun
But the ocean cools you with it's refreshing hug.
 Jul 2015 Stellar Notions
brooke
my dad speaks to the
birds in the evenings
while he trims the
grass--if you stand
in the doorway
hidden by the
cabinets, you
can hear
them
speak
back.
(c) Brooke Otto 2015
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