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Donna Jun 2017
Gnats look like letter
'T' on walls , I asked what it stands for , they say coffee
I have no idea y i even posted this one but if anyone knows let me knows :) but it was fun to write as gnats do look like letter T on walls making me think of coffee.**
nina Jun 2017
i have
the strangest dreams.

i've dreamt of skeletons,
walking on their hands.
i've dreamt of sleeping,
& having nightmares,
a dream within a dream.
i've dreamt of a huge storm,
with a tornado,
whipping a car at my house.
i've dreamt of seeing my ex,
asking about his daughter
& talking as friends.
i've dreamt of seeing another ex,
arguing with him again about,
who's to blame for the breakup.
i've dreamt about friends
i used to have
suddenly asking me out.
i've dreamt about my body
morphing into a skeleton,
then dissolving into ash.
i've dreamt of gum stuck
in my teeth but every time i pull,
there's still more gum stuck.
i've dreamt about my love,
suddenly having enough of me,
just as everyone has.

i've dreamt of so much.
dreams are said to have meaning.
but when i search for a meaning
i'm left more confused than before.
but still,
i have the strangest dreams.
Jolene Heather May 2017
God is all of us collectively

collectively we are all of God

Engaged in a dance

of inhaling and exhaling

curling and stretching

imploding and exploding

Occasionally He and we...

collide

in the middle

blurring the lines between universe and atom

The pressing of atoms against

other atoms in a desire to feel

something other than themselves

To still their loneliness

they seek *******

they crash into one another

abandoning duality and embracing oneness

You cannot tell where one ends and one begins

They become alpha and omega

horizon and sky

the ******

Love’s confusing joy

Where it all end

Everything!

And where it all begins

That explosive ecstasy

that moment and eternity

that *******

gives focus to an energy and new life is born

Movement happens creating waves of sound

Their patterns and rhythms being the song that you hear right now

Shadow, light, line, texture, color, shape, space, and form

create the ballroom dance of the image before your eyes

And then there is breath

The caress of memory on your Inhale

the crashing release of the Exhale

and the undulating attempt to fill the Void in between

The hunger... the longing… the suffering...

for a turkey sandwich in your mouth right now…

Yearning for a human touch is what creates a new world

a new Universe and the cycles repeats

An element is born and somewhere

a star explodes scattering its seed across the universe

Saying

“I AM…”
Ma Cherie May 2017
Sometimes life is full of pain
with confusion at every turn,

Sometimes all just seems in vain,
an that I'll never ever learn,

All I can do is wake up tomorrow
and hope for a smile to come,
an I won't be overwhelmed by life,
or feel like I am dumb,

Because I don't fit in this world
I am a special soul,
I seem to find the leeches though,
my demise
it seems their goal,

I don't know how much time I have
none of us ever do
I only wish I wake one morn
to feel as if I'm new,

I pray you'll hold me
even -
once more.

Ma Cherie © 2017
Ugh ;/
Ma Cherie May 2017
In a second-
all is just...
g..o..n..e
you're with her now-
an why?
but I have not a tear to spare
for you
not one inside my eye,
it's true, no lie,
I just know you get what you give
in life,
so no reason I can  find left to cry,
an we both know,
we do,
I will see you again my friend,
as this could
never
be
our
goodbye.

Ma Cherie © 2017
Idk..
Repeat repeat mistakes? Ugh....
Ma Cherie May 2017
You are everything to me-
right now,
don't you know?

Because you are -
my poetry.

Ma Cherie © 2017
That guy ; ) ugh
Ami Shae Apr 2017
Seems every time I come here I see
another change to my beloved HP--
oh well, I guess I'll try to stick around
and hope my writes don't sink or drown
in this abyss of the unknown --
(which seems to be the here and now) --
I hope all my peeps are still here somehow
and hope too that everyone knows I still care
it's just so disconcerting to come here and stare
and wonder what the heck is going on here
Perhaps in time it will all become clear?# Ami
I just don't feel as inspired as I used to when I come here. It's kinda depressing. I hope I get the hang of this place again before long. It's late...I'm going to try to come back when I'm more alert and read and comment when I feel a little more coherent. I hope each of you are doing okay. (((hugs)))
insomniatrical Mar 2017
A lonely world
Cold and dark

Cryptic answers
Never revealed

Hide all light,
Save for a spark

In time,
All wounds are healed.
I'm writing a poem now,
a poem I have yet to decide the meaning of,
I just wanted to write,
so I'm writing.

Does it always have to make sense?
Do I have to have something to say,
or can I just say nothing while I say something?

Life is filled with meaninglessness,
so if I write something with no meaning,
I'm just contributing to an existing factor,
that nothing really makes sense,
life doesn't,
my poem doesn't,
you don't,
noone does.

See what I did there?
I actually gave my poem a meaning,
by saying that nothing means anything,
so I also gave it a depressing meaning,
which is sad,
but life is sad sometimes,
actually all the time,
it's always sad for someone,
even when it's not sad for you.

I'm just rambling,
because I love to ramble,
I love to write,
and love writing nonsense.

Writing nonsense is better
than not writing at all, my friend.
But you ain't really my friend,
I don't even know you
and I don't know if I want to,
I don't know who you are or what you stand for,
I just know you're reading my poem.

Even if it intended to have no meaning at all, I hope it gave you meaning after all.
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