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 Feb 2016 Syzygy
Pauline Morris
Did you know
That in the snow
Despite the glow

Our fears
Are still there
Still holding us near

Did you know
In the snow
The fear still grows

Even when it's covered
Under beautiful snow smothered
Just beneath the surface can be discovered

Did you know
In the snow
The winds of change still blow

You can try to foget
It will still make you sweat
It will still make you pay that debt

Did you know
In the snow
The fear will still make your blood run cold
 Feb 2016 Syzygy
Creep
Pickup Lines
 Feb 2016 Syzygy
Creep
I'm a photographer, and I can totally picture you and I together.

If I were a stop light, I'd turn red everytime you passed by, just so I could stare at you a bit longer.

I thought happiness started with an H. Why does mine start with U?

Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, I smile.

Do you have a map? I'm getting lost in your eyes.

Do you live in a corn field, cause I'm stalking you. (so creepy lol)

Are you a parking ticket? 'Cause you've got fine written all over you.

You look cold. Want to use me as a blanket?

Can I have directions? [To where?] To your heart.

I'm not drunk, I'm just intoxicated by YOU.

I was so enchanted by your beauty that I ran into that wall over there. So I'm going to need your name and number for insurance purposes.

Is there an airport nearby or is that just my heart taking off?

You look so familiar… didn't we take a class together? I could've sworn we had chemistry.

If you are a steak, I'd say you are well done.

Can I have a picture of you? So I can show Santa what I want for Christmas.

There must be something wrong with my eyes. I can’t seem to take them off of you.
>~< I love pick up lines lol

love like woe
by the ready set
 Jan 2016 Syzygy
Christian Danner
I want something that I cannot have. I cannot have it because I don't truly know what it is. I've seen it polished and propped as if it were on display and I've heard the stories of how much time and effort it took to make it look as such. But I want it. I want love. I want the idea of it at least.
I want the fights brought about by events simpler and less important than the time we wasted to have them. I want to be pained by the sight of her pain and know that the feeling of knives piercing my chest when I see her cry is there because I would literally drive them there myself, if only to prevent her tears.
I want our laughs to intertwine over the smallest things and our conversations to stretch our minds over the biggest. I want to see you sleep at night and I'll smile because I know that you're finally at peace. And I want you to smile when you wake up because you know that I'm fighting to make your reality better than your dreams.
I want love. I want romantic love, I want crazy love. I want passion. I want to pick you up in my arms and in that brief present get lost in your presence. I want to be in you when I am in you and have you wish that I would stay forever. I want to be in your heart and mind, and I want our love to be torturous and blind.
I just want love. I want the idea of it at least.
 Jan 2016 Syzygy
lluvia de abril
I don’t know if you know
I carry you
in an involuntary sigh
in a constant exodus of yearning
and in the frantic deepness of all
nostalgic thought, shaking time and distance
to place me near you
in the closeness of your warmth
remembered

I carry you in sorrow
precipitated
in the absence of your voice
and in the memory of your rib cage molded
in the shape of ardent weakness
my embrace

I carry you, the braille at the tip of my fingers
life drawn in lines on my left palm
and in the carcass of calm interrupted
by the pounding of a heart’s ill-time

I don't know if you know, but
I carry you in the crown of memories consoled
and in the spine of excess
where I fall, between involuntary sighs
defeated
in your skin remembered
from the confines
of the heart
On a night...just a night.
 Jan 2016 Syzygy
Emily Dickinson
211

Come slowly—Eden!
Lips unused to Thee—
Bashful—sip thy Jessamines—
As the fainting Bee—

Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums—
Counts his nectars—
Enters—and is lost in Balms.
 Jan 2016 Syzygy
Ghazal
It's been a year since I tasted the sea
And let its vast strength wash over me

It's been a year since the mischievous sand
Tickled my bare feet, slipped out of my hands

And the sun kissed my starved skin,
Marking it all over, illuminating me from within,

If only I could close my eyes and be there for just a moment, if not more,
I'd lay myself, carefree, unarmed, vulnerable, at the endless sea shore

And as the sparkling waves would splash over my thirsty soul,
I'd become one with water, sun and sand- for just a moment, if not more.
I tattooed her name onto my arm
but it wasn't a normal tattoo
this tattoo was filled with rusty razors, whiskey,
and dried blood....
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