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Miranda Renea Apr 2016
We are all at war in
Constant motion.
Waving to and fro;
These lives wither
Much quicker than
When rooted in soft
Soil. I wonder wether
Love is the small sun
In all of us.
Lexy Apr 2016
And
And you tell yourself you'll change.
And you don't.
And you push your hand through water,
turn upside down and watch the sun ripple.
And you stand in the shower-
No, you sit in the shower,
and you breath through the water,
and you imagine what it might be like to drown.
And it feels like air is hugging your lungs for the first time, curl upside down,
and pretend the water is rain.
You're walking home, because you have a home,
and it's raining.
And you didn't even think to grab an umbrella.
And you don't care.
When your hands are cold, always trust in a hot water faucet.
Flipping 36 times in a row, blowing air out my nose.
And I remember that.
Clouds are made of water,
so it makes sense to feel like you're floating on air.
Tess Calogaras Mar 2016
I am a self-made machine.
I respond to admiration and attention.
Selfish being
unsure of the right response.
Wires tampered;
my mouth a dribbling mess.
proclaiming my love
to everyman
and hiding as soon as a retort.
There is no love within my jaw.
I often ponder,
am I fueled by normality?
Doing what we're designed to do?
Perhaps the world whispered to me
that women need to be
a constant yearning;
Hungry skin under ****** bones
never satisfied.
thought churned into mush
but still so hard
to swallow.
I find desperation.
Mere affectionate action,
making my stomach bleed.
Though as they waltz away,
I thirst for their hand
to cup my shoulder blade
hand to their shoulder seam.
What is a girl supposed to do.
Love pushes itself against me
and I find myself ungracefully
turning all that pleading for appreciation
straight into the void.
Tessa Calogaras
Copyright
Spike Harper Jan 2016
I see.
This match in your hand.
With careful movements.
Meticulous.
Dodging the rain that fell.
Hand over humble flame.
The previous burns are still there.
Lingering.
And yet.
You push forward.
Hoping.
That not a single tear will wash away the light.
I witness.
The runaway train.
Horns blaring.
Muffling the words.
That never seem to come.
Mach three.
And still no signs of slowing.
I stare.
A bystander.
As the earth beneath your feet stirs.
Quaking knees.
The smile never left.
For your safety was never in the prompt.
I gaze.
At all the beautiful disasters in question.
This house of blades.
Tell tales of edges that are remnant still.
Whispers so loud.
That even the ghouls shy away.
And as I do all these things.
I have never left your side.
The past may haunt.
The winters cold indeed.
But let shine my love.
For a constant you have truly been.
One that I shall never faulter from again.
Let these words be my promise to you.
gravygod Dec 2015
what is it called when you need constant reassurance of your importance?
what is it called when you require frequent contact and kisses to feel wanted?
or when you feel like you don't matter at all to the person who matters to you.
what is it called?
cause i cannot find any appropriate words to describe how i feel.
how i am intensely pathetic and miserable both with and without you.
what even does that mean?
i'm nervous for the fallout
for the day you look into me and say
that you no longer love me.
i feel it coming
i sense it with my whole being
i can already feel you leaving me;
how my chest caves in
my knees grow weak
and my cries go unnoticed
but you still walk away
until then you just turn your head.
aniket nikhade Nov 2015
In the frequent changes that take place from time to time
In everything that moves from one moment to next
In each and everything and in all,
there is something that will remain constant
There is something that will remain the same
It's the response to change.

Every change has got a start at some point of time
Every change breaks a myth,
bringing a new reality to life.
Every change has got something substantial to do with the present moment in time
Every change makes sure that it presents the present moment in time in a different way, different from all that happened prior.

Every change will tell what else is there with regards to the future
Agree, accept and welcome a change with concise and clear mindset and an open heart.
Believe me, the only constant in our lives is change.
Cori MacNaughton Oct 2015
A week of unremitting rain
suddenly forgiven
in morning sunshine
My thoughts and heart goes out to all affected by the flooding from Hurricane Joachim.  We've been getting the outer rain bands for days now, but this morning - finally - the sun broke through.  Rebuilding begins.
Jellyfish Oct 2015
I take another sip of this drink that kills me
sit back in my chair and think about things
negative, positive, foolish and embarrasing
everything basically is flooding my mind.
I wonder why the Earth continues to spin
when my world is stuck in a never ending death wish
I turn on some music and try to forget about it.
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