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Steven Sanchez Mar 2015
Adrift now, the shore is gone.
And sure enough, the signs were wrong.
A steering wheel to rest
the weary head in this steel trap,
a prison bed. Lay down
and stay a while.
The sea will sing us all to sleep.
A hush and a cry, its melody
will carry us beneath a blanket of waves.
That bridge could never take us to where
we wanted our lives to go, anyway.
Jens Mar 2015
It was I that walked away
and what a hero I have been
to keep my distance
since

this isn't getting
any better for us,
is it?
**** it
meet me
on a bridge,
midday
somewhere
JayCatastrophe Mar 2015
Has it really been so long,
Since this bridge was burned?

It still seems so fresh
in my mind.

I gaze over the canyon,
Only to see nothing.

I look for you,
Nothing.

It's so hard to get away,
from the edge of this precipice.

Still I gaze,
with just a shimmer of hope.

Why do I keep coming back here?

I need to leave,
I need to live.

But I can't help but wonder,
If I'll see you again.

But I can't stay here,
looking over these ruins

lying on the canyon floor.

I need to realize,
That this bridge is burnt.

That it isn't coming back.

You're not coming back.

I need to leave,
but I don't know where to go.

So I guess I'll be here
waiting on the edge,
of where this bridge used to be.
This is a stream of consciousness piece, this is my first writing in awhile, and my first poem on this site!
Lux Capacitor Mar 2015
Half in dark, hiding out,
back against a wall,
any one, will do for me,
all I seek in dreams.
Here before, here again,
remnants strewn about,
between the door and me,
shine under the moon.
I'm to blame, prophecies
rolling in with rain,
hold me tightly in sleep
Loneliness, a poem that,
written by my own hand,
paints bridges with glitter mixed
up with broken glass.
Rebecca Lynn Feb 2015
The path laid out ahead

is long and dark

but the path behind me

Is litered with rubbel

Smoke dots the horizon

Thick black smoke

billowing into the sky

marking the bridges I've burned

Alone and lost

no turning back

no place to call home

No other choice

but to trudge on ahead

Into the dark, into the void
all i got's a rusty truck
some dreams and my guitar
out of all them three
not one will get me far

the truck don't run
the guitar's out of tune
the day just must get better
it's only ten past noon

i'm building bridges out of sand
with water and some glue
i'm building bridges that won't stand
unless they're built with you
i'm building bridges out of sand
that may not last the night
i'm building bridges out of sand
and with you i'll build them right

my roof is always leaking
my boat won't stay afloat
i'm tone deaf and i stutter
i can not hold a note

the truck has rusted floorboards
they've rusted clear on through
the thing that makes me keep it
is it's where i first kissed you

i'm building bridges out of sand
with water and some glue
i'm building bridges that won't stand
unless they're built with you
i'm building bridges out of sand
that may not last the night
i'm building bridges out of sand
and with you i'll build them right

with your voice there beside me
a new truck and new guitar
the dreams won't seem so distant
we'll be closer to the stars

a good and strong foundation
and belief in what i dream
with two hearts it is stronger
with two hearts, we're a team

i'm building bridges out of sand
with water and some glue
i'm building bridges that won't stand
unless they're built with you
i'm building bridges out of sand
that may not last the night
i'm building bridges out of sand
and with you i'll build them right
B Nov 2014
You burn bridges and take names
Playing love like its a game
You'll never be able to return
After all the bridges you've burned
You burn them trying to escape
That which is sealed in fate
I'll collect the charred scraps of wood
And build you a house for good
Maybe then you'll stop and realize
In fire, not everything dies
When the sun goes down
we need a light
so we burn our bridges down

And holding each other tight in fright
We know we cannot go back
because all our bridges are down

. . . . the sun has gone down
but a full moon of love is rising
we will see our way forward

I won't look back if you won't
there is no turning back
are you with me ?

The bridge burning away to yesterday
too hot to hang onto . . . ouch !
Let it go for today
if the bridges between us were to fall apart
i would not know where to start
when they start breaking
i'd cross them anyway
even if underneath my feet they start creaking
i'll reach your side and there i'll stay
i'd walk the thinnest, thread-like bridge
or the crookiest one that screams of fidge
because everything between us
are strong enought to hold me
even the shortest kiss that will always last
or your laughing face i often see
let me keep the lighter
that will burn down our bridges forever
It's 2:19 am. Ugh.
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