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Paul Jones Jun 2017
To feel joy and fear     mingle together -
two alpine rivers      flowing into one.
11:20 - 25/06/17
State of mind: excitement; curious; thoughtful.

Thoughts: from thinking - about paradoxes and emotions. The combination of joy and fear is awe, I believe. It is one of the most sensational feelings.

You don't need to be on top of a mountain to feel awe.

Questions: When will you pluck up the courage to talk to the stranger you admire? It might feel... awesome. It might be... awe-inspiring.
ㅡjatm Apr 2017
Your mind is a tunnel
that never ends
and I need to slip inside it
immerse myself for a while
for I may never know
what I might find there
but one thing I know for sure
one thing I already found out is..
about you being a writer
a poet
who has written on me
who has written a part of my life
and darling,
you have done it..
so beautifully.

(j.a.t.m.)
Kerri Dec 2016
Like embers
Falling silently
Into the sea,
So are you and me.
They don't
Belong together,
But despite
The tragic end,
They collide
So beautifully.
Nick Moser May 2016
If you see me fall, do not save me.

For I am learning to grow my wings again.

Because flying solo is the only thing I've ever experienced.

But if I see you fall, I will save you.

For you are hiding your wings from the world again.


But my world has never marveled at anything greater than your beauty.
Broken
Wendell A Brown Jul 2014
Their words lovingly make a daily appearance
With a new days birth they seem to find a way
Quite like a tremendously beautiful flower
Bringing many gorgeous smiles to life each day

It matters not which heart gives them life breath
Or whose selfless spirit makes them radiantly smile
Their priceless messages are embraced lovingly by many
As within each one you will find a love worthwhile

A daily love which generates an awesome true beauty
A unique one which will stand the test of time
And whether each writer/poet believes it to be true
Their words will age wonderfully like a fine wine

For God has blessed everyone with a taste of bliss
Of His delightfully joyous creative touch divine
And He will allow His sweet happiness to stay
As long as we praise Him in our hearts and minds.
For my friend and sister...Silent Fingers,
who made me smile today with her
spiritual hug and smile
Katlego Tladi Jun 2014
Life is for the livid
Live it without regrets
Don't let other people run it
They'll soon be out of breath
Pace yourself old sport
Your youngest years will be your best
Time is constant yet ever changing
Enjoy her spoils while you're still in her caress
For soon you will be nothing but a ball of wisdom and memories
With eyes which bear one simple plea
Remember Me.
Our bodies
Are really just galaxies
Held together by bone and flesh.
My thoughts are stars.
But
How can you expect me to
Recognize the constellations
That they could potentially form
When I’ve always ******
At thinking linearly?

Hell,
I have a hard enough time
Remembering
That
I am still alive.
I dropped a plate today-
That promptly shattered-
Because
For that very instant
I didn’t exist.

I think

Maybe
I was born
To self-destruct
Quite like
The most massive suns
In our universe
Detonate
Into supernovae.

One of these days
Out of the blue
My chest is going to start
Caving in
And my arms and legs will contract
And finally
I’ll flood out into the open-
I always did tell you
My heart was an ocean
Filled so full that it’s
Ready to erupt.

Well once I’ve emptied
My heart
My body
And my mind
Maybe
Just maybe
I’ll find the strength
To reconstruct this galaxy.

But I’d probably need some
Major work.
I need help untangling these veins.
Someone
Just give me
A diagnosis
Because
My lungs should work
Just fine
But I just
CAN'T BREATHE-
Surely there are vultures flying around
Grating my insides.
I want you to rewrite my skin
Dig up the graveyards
In my skeleton
And maybe
Help settle some of these ghosts.
I just wanted-
So desperately-
For you to find a home
Somewhere near my heart
That I tried stitching a home
Into my ribcage
But the seams are jagged
And tender
And it feels like they’re leaking
All the ******* time
But no matter what-
Whenever I check my lesions-
They’re healing.

Hopefully,
My structures
Will last longer
This time
Around the bend.

Because unless
You have your own scars,
You’ll probably
Never understand mine.

But we all do something.

You can’t fathom the leagues
Of deep dark arctic water that churn
Just under my crust
Or the monsters
Surfing the waves
Because
They tell you to drown your demons
But
I’m pretty positive
Mine have known how to swim
From the beginning.

You don’t see
The stress and anxiety
That pumps around
Through my blood
Igniting my body
And effectively silencing me.

Please don’t touch me
Not until you understand
That sometimes
All I am capable of felling
Is needles and razors.
The added pressure
Of your feather light touch
Might just
Cause a cave in.

Please don’t
Love me
Until you
Recognize
That
I do not love myself
But
I AM trying.

For the longest time
I’ve been so concerned
That
You might start
Seeing me
The way I see myself
But something really
Kind of funny happened
(I think)
I’m starting
To see myself
The way you see me.

My skin
Has been left to rot
Too many times
And WOW-
That really hurts.
My cells
Is still in the process
Of growing back
But it’s still so sensitive.

I’m swallowing
Your forgiveness
Because
I need it
For my own.
I cannot
Excuse
Myself-
Not anymore.

There is
No such concept
As
‘Beautifully broken’
Some of us
Are just better than others
At clutching
Bleeding seams.

— The End —