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Arlene Corwin Nov 2016
The Cold

A prophet’s never known
Among her own –
Especially by one she’s wed to.
He’s abed.
He’s got a cold.
She’s got hold of techniques potent:
Pressure on those points oblique,
Baths and steam,
And as I speak,
Gone phlegmy pangs
And reams of snot  
From sinuses and nose and throat.
Alas,
Alack,
He’s stuck
On sofa prone,
He and his cold,
Alone.

Words in the air
Don’t reach his ear
Or mind, and certainly not intellect.
He doesn’t want neglect
But can’t accept
The profit of the prophet.
So he coughs and sputters,
Spews and suffers.
She, not known
Among her own
No matter how ‘spot on’ the common
Sense

The Cold 11.15.2016
A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Love Relationships II;
Arlene Corwin
hazael-fae Oct 2016
The eyes of a soul I've missed for what seems like a life time, looks my way. And your lips curl up to form a smile, I so desperately needed to see.  
I almost forgot what your voice sounded like. but when your foggy breath spoke words to me, a feeling of relief drenched my body. A feeling felt much stronger than the bleak air.
Jack Jenkins Oct 2016
Maybe I'll get better
Maybe I won't
Maybe I'll take a chance
Maybe I'm too scared
Maybe I'll move on
Maybe I'm forever stuck
Maybe I'll change
Maybe I'm the same
Maybe there's too much I
Maybe it's not all about me
Maybe I should open my eyes
Maybe stitch up my heart
Certainly there's people hurting
Maybe I should help
Jellyfish Oct 2016
I do sing for you
Even now
The sky is blue
I remember you
I want to call you
To ask if you'd like to meet
Before I go back to the sand-filled
Place on the other side of the nation
Where I'm living now.
But I cannot.
So I'll lay my phone down next to my pillow
And continue sleeping; bitter filled dreaming
That Random Guy Oct 2016
random-thoughts
What happened between you two? ~they asked

nothing, we both are good :D ~I replied





others knowingly know

neither of us trying to make things slow



Save this

Relationship he screamed



Love ? Where are you?



Everything is fine...

Everything will be okay..

Just lets not delay...

I miss your smile...

I miss your talks...

I miss you cause I love you...





~Random Thought
Everything is fine...

Everything will be okay..

Just lets not delay...

I miss your smile...

I miss your talks...

I miss you cause I love you...
Stacie Lynn Sep 2016
i wonder if the stains on your sheets remember me
i wonder if the cells that make up the skin covering your soft lips died into thin cracked dust, because they couldn't rejoice with mine again
i wonder if the strands of your silky blonde hair fell off your head from the lost heat my hands used to provide them
i wonder if your eyes permanently dimmed once i left, because i was once their light
i wonder if your heart shivers knowing the fire in it has burned out
i wonder if your body remembers love
i wonder if what we had even was love
i wonder
i wonder
i wonder
but i will never know
moneysha Sep 2016
Sprained my neck,
the second he twisted my heart,
I froze in that moment,
while i recalled his words.

Of course, the space seems better when filled with a couple or Lovers,
But the heart seems better just by itself.

How can emotions, touch and kisses,
make someone excited, happy or even possessive.

Of course, I am better off being alone,
I don't want a second person to know how I feel deep within.

I don't want to depend on you,
my pool of emotions, is full of emptiness and anxiety,
the sudden downfall of my heart's graph reflects my unluckiness in meeting someone again,
but well, I 'm glad my life is coming back to my old static life.
No emotions, no love, no happiness ,no curse.
Me, people I meet sometimes, my thoughts, my ideas, my space, my life is Good,

So, Why do i ever need to add OUR / WE?

The last few days, my heart has been filled with some unknown emotions,
it felt beautiful, I never felt alone, my eyes twinkled(or so the people said)
and I wanted to become whole again.

The heavy breathing, the butterflies in my stomach, the melting feeling,
Everything performing at the same moment in my body,
i.e. The moment I see him.

We both hate talking about emotions,
we both want to break distant,
we are scared to trap each other
and we are scared to set each other free.

Life alone seems too long,
but life without a second emotion is hard to follow.

I want you in me,
stay there, longer than eternity,
don't leave me or better, never start this false reality.

Yesterday ,when people were teasing me,
I was blushing ,joyful, a teenager with rosy cheeks,
and felt myself being friendly and extremely funny.

I felt I was the queen and no one could every destroy or rule me.

Today,things seem like a mess,
everything is wrong,
people making fun of me,
me, i'm getting mad,
nothing makes sense and my body is screaming.

How, What, and Why? do all these things happen?
Better, forget about the last 4weekends,
better not look back in the past.

20...,open the doors and let me rejoice in life and the happiness of just being alive.
grateful for everything that i have lost and what i MIGHT find soon.
just some scribblings from the past.
Àŧùl Sep 2016
I saw a sweet dream just now,
She has gotten admitted here,
Pursuing her master's degree,
She's even plumpier than ever,
I now met her just about daily,
And she has not a single issue,
For she's really busy studying.

I meet her one evening nearby,
She is going to Kaveri Hostel,
Public display of my affection,
She loves them so much more,
I cuddle her publicly & softly,
And she just smiles so heartily,
For she is thankful to destiny..

I then text her on WhatsApp,
She smiles after reading text,
"Your Punjabi cheeks are soft,"
She just blushes to herself now,
I plan a date coming weekend,
And she happily agrees to meet,
For it was always her dream...
My HP Poem #1124
©Atul Kaushal
Nikki C Aug 2016
ACT I
i feel rained on
cracked open
left to bleed
on pure white snow
i feel raw
yet
i am in pain
i am always in pain
i am in so much pain
i cannot tell if it is pain anymore
i am in love

ACT II
is it known that
i would rather bleed
than cry
i have so many secrets
that are not mine
they fill my mouth
fall down my lips
like i've sunk my teeth
into ripened fruit
they are omens
they bite at the skin
on my bones like locust
the blood trickles to my feet
there's so much
there's so much
there's so much
there's so much
im a *******

ACT III
why didn't you try
to replace the rocks
in my chest with flowers
did you know
i was already gone

ACT IV
*** can be sweet
in the back of a car
nervous and tentative
shaking hands against
sweaty palms
moving together
touching
at the same time
we were warm

ACT V
not every living thing
is necessarily alive
i died eight days ago
with my lungs
collapsing
on top of each other
and my nails
digging
into my palms
i shed my skin
like the hair
from last winter
i clawed at the leaches
gnawing at my bones
the hardest part
wasn't dying
it was remembering
that i was ever alive
it was taking a lungful
of air and exhaling
the dust rattling
around in my chest
it was missing the sound
the feeling
of my heart beating
against yours

ACT VI
i once
had someone
with skin
like an angel
she treated me like ****
and smoked far too much
but i guess
i was the one
with the problem
because we broke up
years ago
yet sometimes
i find myself
smoking cigarettes
trying
to taste her again

ACT VII
"please," i begged, my knees scraping the ground, "let me fall out of love."
Julie Grenness Aug 2016
At my antique womanly age,
I have reached beyond cynicism stage,
I am quite blasé about hyperbole,
Hearsay evidence about chicks like me,
You're wasting your time, unfortunately,
Old bags like me are basically resilient, you see,
I've had 700 billion lovers, it seems,
Plus or minus 10%, is that how you deem?
Contemplation on such matters makes me giggly!
Yes, quite blasé about hyperbole,
You're wasting your time, quite definitely!!!
Feedback welcome.
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