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Dazed Dreaming Oct 2017
Nested in the snow..
I bask in the suns glow..
I think about our fights..
Nothing but frozen ice..
You fire words, left and right.
but all they do is ricochet.


I know you're thinking you've won this fight.
That I'm paying the ultimate price.
But your so wrong, because its not costing me anything.

When I think about you now.
I realize that your love was nothing but, a waste of time.
I've finally left you behind.
You've made no mark on me.
You're not on my mind.
Please don't ever try and press rewind.


Its like I'm walking on snow.
Hearing the crunch as my feet walk away.
Im leaving no footsteps behind.
Leaving no trace of me for you to follow behind.
When all the things you said never carried any weight..
I came out untouched and I'm simply, leaving this place.
When will you get it? When will it all sink in...
I'm so unaffected.


When I was flying high, on fixing our marriage and repairing things.
You sat back and laughed and tried to clip my wings.
You shot me right out of the sky.
Sending me free falling into our mess of things.
You tried desperately to mend things.
Fake some kind of truth, make up lies.
So I'd forget about all your bad things.
Lies were so hot leaving your lips.
Freezing every aspect of trust until it didn't exist.


You tried desperately to place your blame and your guilt on me.
You wouldn't stop until you found fault in me.
You can project yourself, and hate so easily.

You already lost so give up and let me go.
This much you should of known.
All mad and spiteful because I didn't buy it no more.
You huff and you puff but I'm not blown away.


When are you going to get it?
All my love for you has melted away.
No more of your freezing rain.
The sun has melted all my feelings away.
Took me a minute but I finally got this one to where I'm okay with it lol
Igorgoldkind Oct 2017
Ode to Victory

Steel and rain-splattered chrome
Shield the gyroscopic Dharma Wheels
That just keep on spinning,
Keeping me Upright,
Flying through the air.

I am Sonic
My dominion is the horizon
Between desire, destination and the rumbling between my thighs.
My engine is as powerful as my mind.
As strong as 80 Horses that pull me over this curve of Earth.

Victory, you succumb to my hands,
And the shift of my weight on your saddle
We are living gravity together:
Whitman’s body-electric,
Just beneath the ***** aroma of engine oil and gasoline.

Riding on the back of the California black striped serpent
From San Diego to Santa Rosa
To the very edge of madness
And back again,
Victory, you deliver me from myself,

You growl when I awaken you in the morning,
Nearly choking on your petrol cough.
Occasionally, you sputter complaints at me when I ride you up that hill
But your joy at reaching the summit
Is the sweet surrender to a gravity we both crave.

Victory, your piercing gaze illuminates the night.
All fog of air & mind flee desperate before your flight.
You are the clear sky after the rain: the clarity before thought or rhyme
Our momentum keeps us running ahead,
Out of reach, of God and death and time.

©Igor Goldkind 2017
Christian Bixler Oct 2017
seeing through
glass as clearing waters
a droplet
In reading the words of a recent poet, though he has long since passed, I found myself seeing his words almost as though it were he there, reading again the works of his hand. Always though, there was an element of myself in my perception, and so full transposition remained beyond me.
Artyprose Oct 2017
The last time I spoke
with deep sincerity
was when I told her
I’ll never ever leave
Now, I’m on the subway
waiting for the train
to take me away
from the harsh reality
Because it’s been
so long, perhaps a
decade already
when I used those words
without clear clarity.
NJN Sep 2017
locked up in my head
Taking turn to the mirror
I can see a face instead
That has been much clearer
When I was still in my head
When I knew where I was heading

But things happen and things change
I see time floating away
And every cigarette lands in the ashtray
feels like throwing away time of the days
When I am supposed to show gratitude to my dna

We will grow old that is for sure
What I didn’t know that life is still a long, long journey
Roads need to be walked without insecurity
Like an elephant in the jungle
Be kind and stay humble
first learn how to be kind to yourself
because the magic will outgrow
As impressions will get into you
And not soon enough you see that there is nothing in-between how you once were thinking and the person that you’re being

How do I, how do I go back to times like that
When I was still in my head
My head was all mine
No threat to my shine
Now I feel dead
I lied to myself
Arcassin B Sep 2017
By Arcassin Burnham


Don't tell me you can't be seen me.....
Cause I did nothing wrong to you,
Stop looking for some clarity.....
Nothing but a piece of residue,

On the ground,
May the lovers be one and found like the grey stone in the elders
Temple while clearly seeing your reflection,
I had no remorse for feeling any animosity,
for me to get away from the human race permanently,
Latching onto nothing that was never real.......
I was trying to bring you along for the ride but you gave on me
Simply for another's direction,
And in the end it was just pure cruelty,
I went into this new world with a cup of tea and broken dreams in
Smoke signals that never were really released,
I swear I told them all that Diamond Valley was real,

Don't tell me you can't be seen me.....
Cause I did nothing wrong to you,
Stop looking for some clarity.....
Nothing but a piece of residue,
I want you,
I could hear them calling for miles to pull me away,
we brand you,
There's no doubt in my mind my life's a mess but I stepped into
Heaven's Gates.

No more love,
No more love.
https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/09/no-more-clarity-in-love.html

©abpoetry2017
Sally Tsoutas Sep 2017
I like
to lie
In a park
At dark
In spring.
When the
Wind dies,
And everything
Is just so.
Just clear
as glass
and earthed
On grass
Below
I gaze
at stars
At last
While
crickets
Sing.
Jawad Sep 2017
Smelling the sunrise
All the new light
And the chances
That are ahead.

Feeling the wind blow
And its freshness
The soul of the world
Coming to life

When the dreams
And the nightmares
All die of
All as before

When your loved ones
Are around you
Or you remember
They are not

When you wonder
What just happened
How it did come
To what is now?

When you ask yourself
Where did all the years
And all your goals
Just disappear?

Smelling the sunrise
And the new days
And the bad smell
Of your old ones

Smelling the surise
Is how your life smells
You decide
If good or bad...
Waking up early the morning is good, because it is probably the only time during the day where you have clarity to ask the difficult question in life..
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