Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Joyce Jan 2016
I saw you waving goodbye.
I said hello as we walk by.
A moment was there.
One city so pretty.
A symphony of electricity.
Just one look.
Was all it took.
To rock her world.
Capture the heart
of this particular girl.
So out of the blue.
In the light of day.
That moment of truth.
He took my heart away.
Her eyes posses a certain beauty that not even the Earth has seen,
and her smile captures the hearts of those that gaze in her direction.
She is unaware of the power she has in such a simple gesture and it drives even the most sane people into craziness.
~o.b.
celey Jul 2015
when my hair gets windswept
and the sky is blue
and the secrets are still kept
i will remember you

when all i have left of you
are these polaroid pictures
i won't feel so gloom
and i'll continue to capture

moments that only we share
to keep me from my despair

to keep me from forgetting you
if I could capture every smile--
every wayward expression--
these lines would never end

for,
in a fraction of a second,
you have won my heart a thousand times over.
written July 2014
The Tinkerer Jun 2015
I look up,
To the cotton skies*
They Beckon me.
To a land, far away
With gleeful people
A land of prosperity.

I look up,
To the cotton skies
.
They beckon me.
Away from the sorrow,
Far from turmoil
I wish to flee.

I look up,
To the cotton skies

I get some clarity.
This turmoil is home,
Gaiety, the enemy.

I look up,
To the cotton skies

One thought in mind.
This is my life.
My life in the cotton fields.
Child labour, Slavery. Never.
moss May 2015
Photographs can't capture
The majesty of sight
The daisies in the rain
Cloaked in vibrant light

Recordings can't capture
The music of ears
Melody of wonder
All I wish to hear

Words can't always capture
Feelings I possess
Raging storms in me
Leave me as a mess
Cierra Spina May 2015
I want you
To consume me
Invade my thoughts
Enter my soul
Capture my mind
Elisa Holly May 2015
Don't make me miss you.
I am sorry I am a ******* idiot.
Famous last words.
After the fight,
You know what gets me
And provide me a line to catch
When you just need to be released.

A slippery fish flapping through my fingers,
I let go.
After all there are plenty of fish in the sea,
And seldom do prey miss their predator.
Next page