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Karisa Brown May 2018
How to invite;

Take a light
Pen it down
Write a movie
In your mind

Juggle thru the vines
Untangle the myseries
Unfold the petals
To find

Simplicity in words
And nature's sweet tune

Listen to the heart
It calls for you

Open up a prayer
Down beneath the earth
Ask the core
For the answers
You search

Follow up on scars
Heal them if you may
Ask for forgiveness
For them and yourself

Sing sweet harlows
Rapture in the dance
Wind rain fire
All make up your name
Dakota J Dawson Feb 2018
Clouds of ****
Rain an eerie reminder
That I crave a passion

Though I reside
In an emotion
that solidifies

It causes me
to regret
and run

Hindering my performance
Flaky to the core
Refusing inspiration
Jewel Yuzon Dec 2017
go back to your roots -- so I dug,
knuckles deep in mud, where the roots were thickest.
Worms tied themselves around my fingers;
it had been a good year for rain.
I dug past tunnels and underground kingdoms
until the soil crumbled
until pebbles became boulders became bone
until spines stitched the earth shut,
scars that once hemorrhaged
something distant.
I dug until my knuckles bled
and dirt puddled into paludal flames.
Sweat glistened in the lava light and sizzled
drip by drip from my fingertips. For miles more
ash choked me, pressure suffocated me,
fire consumed me, ripped me up raw as I screamed,
I kept digging until I scraped the last of molten earth aside
and gazed onto what keeps an earth whole,
what I’ve always known: the liquid fury within.
Shofi Ahmed Oct 2017
When all in all
is beautiful.
To face it
the rest is too small!
Can a fabric,
a piece of the veil,
eclipse it at all?

Yet the sky is
upside down.
Every morning
lits up a sun.
Something!
The little earth
is hiding in the core.
IPM Sep 2017
I've been asked
why I've been cold
or seemingly - just mean
tell you the truth,
quite recently
I don't care
for a thing.

I've been asked
quite frequently
to state my sanity,
or maybe I'm
just acting strange
against all clarity.

I've been asked
behind the scenes
why I hate my writing,
it may be so
that in my core
I don't want to be seen.

I've been asked...
what have I been asked ?
I don't remember it...
Ah, it's irrelevant
I still don't care
and never will begin...






yet, deep inside,
where all my feelings
sparkle, dimly lit
it may be short, but
for a while... I care
a tiny bit...
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