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Skald Skaldun Nov 2016
The cape of autumn sweeps over once more
rain and the cold through our bodies bore

Come and warm your bones with me once more
draw circles on my skin while we listen to it pour

I just want to see your chest heave up and down once more
you were the only one that put up with the snore

Just sit down and talk to me at least once more
can you at least try to not make my heart less sore

Can't you try again and fall in love with me once more
because you were the only one that I will really adore
Arlo Miller Aug 2016
It'll come around again soon, a harkening back to things like the moon.
Feelings in our core, a primal state, like we were before.
Not cave(wo)men or primitive society full of biblical piety,
but an advanced race with a separation between face time and a real face.

We will remember who we are. We want grass on our bare feet instead of a gas pedal in a car.
We won't waste touch on things lesser than a person we love who loves us just as much
Sounds of drums and harmonious hums will fill our ears and our eyes will cry tears to water flowers that have smells that sink to the wells of our humanity.

We will be free, from ourselves to enjoy, ourselves.
LAlgaravia Feb 2016
If eyes are the windows of the soul,
My wish is to release myself
from the edges of yours
and die, eternally,
in your core.
Notes from and old diary for an
old and eternal love.
Nirvana Jan 2016
I feel lonely
and its killing me
there's a million thing
I wanna say
but I'm not supposed
to say it any way
the heart weighs a lot
pierce my chest and keep it apart
I don't love you anymore
but its not from my core
coz I love you and I know
I can't get over you anyhow
I wish I had a choice
but I'm dying to hear your voice
to smile with a broken heart
yeah I'm good at this art
the heart is bleeding
and desires are dying
hold me tight and let me stay
with my life, this love will fade away
your silence is killing me
instead shoot me and set me free
I don't love you anymore
I know its not from my core
I wish if you can feel my misery!
Nameless Jan 2016
Liz
Her laugh,
it tickles the back of my throat.
Strands of her hair,
get caught in our lips.
I bite her,
to quiet myself.
But the sound she makes,
shook me to the core.

   Drugs, ***, and Rock n' Roll.
But not in that order.

   The windows fog,
the car stalls;
My face,
buried in her neck.
Her mouth on mine;
My shoulder, collar bone, neck,------

    She takes a moment,
to look at myself.
Empty words tell me,
I'm "Beautiful".
And the look in her eyes,
scare me to death.

     Her car smells like a 'One-night Stand',
but her eyes hope for something more.
A poem about my 'New Year'
K Alexys Nov 2015
Somewhere along the lines of the last 18 years
I became a different person
As i ask myself...
What happened here?
My feelings are naked and always exposed
My  thoughts attack me wherever i go
mostly
when i am alone
Maybe i shouldn't be so nice
Maybe i should buy my heart some clothes.

Lately ive been doing whats right
Thinking that if i dont someone will know
Patiently awaiting an award
From  life
For always being alone.

Somewhere when i changed from human to Frankenstein
I must've lost my heart and my mind
To the pains of the events of every day life
Every sad story could compare to mine
All they'd have to do is combine

That is where
I went wrong
Along the line

I was hurt
I was shocked
I was shaken
I was shot..

Somewhere along the life line...

I was never stopped.

And so i kept trying to end me

Kept reaching for the ending

To this line

That just goes on

And why

Did i have to be so strong...

Im looking for the peace to my rest that i may forever sleep in

Im looking for the key to the door of the room i will forever be in.
im looking for the curve to this endless straight line.
when i finally come to the dead end i want to see the other side.
Jenny Jun 2015
How can I enfringe on your politeness?
How can I describe your heart?
How can I manipulate your feelings?
How can I animate your words?
Do this and you will see the thing you want most
Do this and believe its what you are able to hear
Do this in knowing your happiness comes from words
A world of excitement awaits your smile
A world of ecstacy awaits your walks
A world of your own waits for acceptance and positivity
So make the best of it and know this world wants you to stay

We meditate on things least wanted
We describe things that make no sense
Describing you would only make myself a better person
But having you accept these words become happiness of your own
A description of you divides your souls windows
A description of you makes many minds jog with personality
See happiness and know it was discovered by your memory of already being here...
RoKu Nov 2013
Stirring morning
Open eyes then feel… open ear starts to listen… open mind learn humbly to think and to grasp… open heart with passion to feel… (Continue quietly breathing in and out)… "What that feel deep inside?"
Sensing and intuiting, searching  with all feeling and wits, while heart and mind still clear and unblemished.
Attempting to fly off into the morning wild blue yonder. Once again, no ponder souls' supposing… only relinquish… go beneath the core of being human: "What that feel deep inside me?"
At the culmination, golden morning rays teach, to experience  the surrounds as they are, as gold as they are naked… as warmth as they should be… allow diminishing self-image first to be humble… then I might cloth being in the present and be a friend with I am who I am…
"What that feel deep inside me?"
And I know…
When…
There will be…
Once in my Universe
All the things were
Missed

I was Created
By God's Will
Forth intact

Fulfiled with an innocent fleur
I Created Playful
Bountiful Place

All the joys and sorrows
Were Missed

There was The
Abundance

There was a light laughter
Of ignorance
Of hardly recognizible indifference
Of not knowing Poles are Axed
Of vague rememberance
Of  
Which is          Arctica
Which is          Antarctica
And how to go there                                  Magic W. . . .
Yet I had a technicue to reach a central core of Divinity
Yet I've heard about Shangrila and
Yeti
&
Yaks portruding with knited chimes
With wide reasonable heads watching
Extremly enchanting Dragons floating
Effortelessly alluring to the beholder's
Navigation
By The Cloud
By The Thunder
By Resonance
By Imagination
       Coming True
  The Child
Butterflies were landing on my arms
And I was a Mighty Director
Of my Dreamland  Dying
With every second
Not knowing
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetess Dreaming
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