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Amitav Radiance Mar 2015
Between light and darkness
It's the time for contemplation
This is the hour of realization
Difference between night and day
Is just a blur
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2015
Falling beads of sun  .  .  .
Butterfies hover in dusk,
  .  .  .  Daylight flickers out.
DeAnna Sandoval Feb 2015
eyes closed, back arched.
neck up, self still.
mind loud, unsettled.
voices rough, self filled.
cringing, struggling,
hesitating, relaxing,
stiffening, softening
click
i'm floating, body weightless.
i'm fading, self latent.
noise canceled - no plugs.
self silenced, everyone.
all connected, it's mine
it's me, i'm it -
with it, without it,
disconnected, soul in.
inhale, exhale
back lowered. eyes open.
i'm radiating, i'm reaching
no effort.
*i'm here.
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2015
Myriad colours breaking,                                                        ­                                

Universe into being,

Fields of wild flower.
Ryan Feb 2015
It's rather peculiar how quickly people open up to me, given how much I keep bottled inside myself.

Thoroughly torturing myself with contemplation, I try to break through the mental barrier of who I am daily.

Years of norms that are anything but inclusive or supporting keep me held back, confused and feeling alone.

Someday soon I will be me. Someday soon they will see me.

I will not be
closed
forever.
Zein Khalil Feb 2015
I grind my teeth
clench my fists
bend my eyebrows
and scream in fits

I inhale slowly
exhale regret
close my eyes
try to forget

I sit and wonder
ponder deeply
contemplate sonder
fade completely

I am not here
nor was i there
I am a desert
barren and bare
Noandy Feb 2015
The crooked tooth was just a tooth
Which sat like a worn-down moth
It dreamed for a free-hug booth
Though it never managed to go on forth

The crooked tooth was just a tooth
Which waited like a crippled witch
And always wished for its tiptoe path
While it knew that was just myth

The crooked tooth was just a tooth
Yet it kept a daydream to breathe
And to have a sparkle bath
Drenched between life and death

The crooked tooth was just a tooth, though
Which cared only about its growth
And shall only be a single tooth
Which then stood still at the end of birth

The crooked tooth was just a tooth
And it stood alone among the row
Of skull preserved by merciful death
Unaware of the dreams it had dreamed

But,
Ah,
Yes,
Never mind that.

For the crooked tooth
Was just a tooth
A worn-down moth
A selfish tooth.
Ejjaz Mughal Feb 2015
Right from the start my heart clicked
Like the flick of a switch it hit me real quick
Parked on a street on a cold dark night
The world I forgot and you felt right

Was I a victim of my own choice
Or was it a calling of a heavenly voice

A beautiful stranger the former you are
The later you've become
You now say I'm dumb but to your love I've succumb

Lonely is this place lonely is this night
I close my eyes to feel the warmth of your loves light

My feelings are scattered
With difficulty I express
Is this my test or some kind of gamble
Unsure of it all my heart is so scrambled

So many years with your affection I stood so tall
Seven nights of your rejection and now I feel so small

Do I stay away and realise you haven't cared to ask
Or come back to pretend that you'll always be my friend

I believed in you i believed in me
I believed in us and that forever we would be

Maybe it's me maybe it's you
I'm crying to my lord asking what I should do

I'm checking my phone to see if you will call
Il have to accept that you might not care at all

Why do we crave love why do we feel hate
We are so weak unable to accept fate

My apologies are too often and your mistakes forgotten
This isn't wrong
My love to you I give
That with it I may forgive

In our moments of glory
In our moments of shame
There can never be one story that will be free from sin
Surely in admittance we can humbly pray to win

I took your pillow so I could sleep where you laid your head
Your scent is now gone leaving me to wake in a strange bed

My eyes are burning the salt is stinging
So I should start praying whilst my heart is bitterly yearning

Good wishes I invoke to my soulmate........
I can't turn it off
My love switch is broke
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2015
Morning coffee ***  .  .  .
Sunrise with dream into cup,
  .  .  .  Waiting to be filled.
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