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Mic Mar 2016
A young professional's
perfume
Bright bedroom
Such a long time ago.
Julie Langlais Feb 2016
I see my baby
Running up towards me
Her arms open
Flight in motion

She holds me tight
Her eyes goodnight
As she lets her body
embrace in my jolly

I look down
Her cheek roun'
kiss it with love
Everyone speaks of

I feel her toes curl
Squeeze me tighter in swirl
I Cuddle her heart
Remembering her start

Her arms around my neck
Begging for one more sec
Increasing her hold
As she senses my unfold

I correlate
Work can wait
This is what I live for
Precious moments galore
A purest love to share
With my koala bear

© Jl 2016
I was saying goodbye to my daughter before going off to work one early morning. She made my day, and had to write about her embrace :)
xmxrgxncy Feb 2016
And life gets in the way
Tears aren't optional....
Not for me.

They're mandatory.
Haven't talked to him all day:/
Raf Reyes Feb 2016
The stress in success
Makes us feel oppressed
It makes us feel numb and tired, blank and distressed

But it's still part of the process
And we're still blessed
We've all been there: The workload, the busy schedules, the stacks of things to do... but please remwmber that you are growing everyday, and you should be proud of that
Belinda Jan 2016
Maybe prince charming
is too busy
being charming
Rather than
actually show up
and be there for you

W e l l . . .

Strong princess
can beat the dragon
on  her  own
and stand up
for herself
You go girls!
Marion Clarke Jan 2016
Fast cars and rubber skid tracery
Like line or heart beat stopper
Neo neon blinding light
An unnatural oasis supernova
-natural plight-

Speed seep, infused into
Impatient eyes – unnerved
Friction play light
Static electricity
Chemical energy
Emotional overdrive
Pounds one sound into a thousand ears
Record of a million heartbeats
All off time.

Pulsing net
Trapping light fixtures in a web
Of white lines and wires
New home for the modern ape
Eden is a million quarter acre blocks.

For every double tap of fear
One heart skips a beat
One fever breaks
Like drought break rain
And for one day
We’re clean.
RisingUp Jan 2016
This guilt, this pain
Is embedded in me like a stain

I never feel like I've done enough
Accomplished enough
What is enough?

I cycle through my days
Through a never ending maze

Even if I reach a goal,
I feel the need to take on another role

Until I stretch myself so thin,
Any leisure time is considered a sin.

I can't be a robot,
I can't be Mother Mary

I can try to do my best,
but my lack of satisfaction is scary
Christina Cox Dec 2015
I color with pencils that are too happy for my feelings.
I paint with colors that express my dark mind perfectly.
I sew too fast to keep my mind occupied.
I hand sew to find a peace within my body.
I play with Chinese Health ***** to keep my muscles working.
I sign the ASL alphabet as I walk to work my mind.
I write poems to keep my thoughts centered and alive.
I do the dishes to find the time to stare outside the window.
I roll a snowball to get the courage to throw it.
I find some ice and hold it tight to restart my system.
And when none of it works,
I take a razor blade to my skin to find true clarity.
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