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Aaron Beedle Mar 17
Are you living like you're fine but the situation's wrong?
Were you living for the day but now just tag along?
You wait on destiny and fate but life just seems a list of dates?
I think the situation calls for a fresher set of traits.

If you're a winner or a wooer, or jack-the-lad ****-sure,
or a beauty or a beast or a being of grand allure,
then the situations good and you'll keep up in the race,
but if you're not, on you trot, you're not worthy of this space.

I say, the current state of affairs, it's not approved and it's not fair,
but there's hope some place out there.
The situation can be changed but sure as day you'll stay the same,
So change it all and take a gamble,
Make it you the world can't handle,
push right through and find a space,
nurse your dreams in a brighter place.
Lostling Mar 15
As a child I wondered what it'd be like to be an angel
Soaring through the heavens on white feathers, playing golden harps in tune with the whistling of the wind.

And so I stepped onto flightless wings and let their hands guide me to the skies.
I looked up,
Up to where the the clouds floated
Where the winds lifted my hair with mischief and whispered songs of freedom
Where the ground was but a memory miles away
Where my fingertips felt like they could touch the infinite blue

...

Now, as I fall, I think mournfully to myself
What a childish dream it was, to think I could ever leave the shackles of the ground

And yet...
And yet
I find myself 10 again
Waiting for the next brush of heaven
Written on a swing.
So there's this girl
A small girl with tired eyes
She says she loves me
And I wish that I could believe her
That she was anything more than just
Water flowing through my hands
And when the bucket is empty
I'll still see her, and it won't be the same

So there's this woman
A stressed woman with worried eyes
She sees nothing more than the night before
She asks "Are you okay?"
And I tell her, "No, I'm not."
And we leave it at that.
And the next day
We do the same thing.

So there's this gun
A gifted gun with one beckoning eye
It is darker than anything I've ever stared at.
And when I look into it, I get scared.
Because I want to be whole again,
To feel the sun on my skin
To feel that hair in my face
To feel those lips on mine.
But the sun is killing me.
Because I can't be your sun.

So there's this note.
You don't have to read it
It doesn't have much merit.
I just thought about you
So I found my gift.
My wonderful god given gift.
To leave everyone I care about.
Because the sun gives you cancer.
I hate this poem and it ***** and I'm not that good today, so I'm sorry.
Carlo C Gomez Mar 14
✓My favorite weapon
✓Bikini ski boat
✓Fluorescent sand
✓Her eyes immaculate
✓Keys to the prophet's house
✓Emotional screening device
✓1 cup of sun, 3 teaspoons of rain
✓Third world treasure map & saxophone
✓Alternate flightpaths
✓Extra parachute
✓Mediocre Shakespeare
✓Poison pen letters
✓Getaway car & escape route
✓Ladies in waiting (in lingerie)
✓Subterranean lips
✓A pinch of film noir
✓Night vision
✓Antarctic scenarios
✓Fountain of remembrance
✓Policy of containment
✓Silhouette machine
✓Water wings
✓Pillow
I’ve dreamed of a place where I can rest,
Yet I never searched with hope- still, you found me.
Your warmth, your touch, your eyes-
They awaken something I thought long lost.

It isn’t fantasy, nor is it a dream- I can see it now.
Ive grown accustomed to wandering through gardens of thorns, yet you chose to hand me nothing but delicate flowers.

You are what I couldn’t fathom to dream of.
You kiss my scars, and they begin to heal.
You stitch my wings, and I learn to fly.
You cultivate a field of wildflowers,
So I may run free beneath the open sky.

Unrelentlessly fighting with ghosts of my past, You breathed life into what was fading.
For you, I lay down my sword, my shield, my armor-
You’ve rendered them useless.
With your love, your strength, your unwavering devotion-
The past never stood a chance.

I revel in the thought of our souls entwined,
Dancing through lifetimes before this one.
I see my future filled with dreams that only a rare few could ever grasp.

So take my hand and lead me forward,
Through fields kissed by golden light.
With you, love is not just a fleeting moment,
But the quiet eternity I never thought I’d find.

Even if the world should darken,
Even if time dares to pull us apart,
Know this-
My love for you will outlive the stars,
And in every life, I will find you again.
And my heart- it is and always will be truly yours to keep.
Lydia Mar 13
I put my heels in the sand at the bottom of the towel and kicked my feet like a kid
A squeal of joy just loud enough for me to hear burst out and I looked at my toes now covered in soft, white earth
Cant believe I got myself here
My younger self is so proud for making a dream come true when there were so many times I never thought I could do this
The sun warmed my skin and I flopped back on the towel and looked up at the bahama blue sky
In this moment I’m so glad to be alive
I detailed the scene in my mind like a photograph just for me and took one more sip of my endless strawberry margarita
The small warfield of myriad battles
few were triumphant, a lot were fatal
burdened with despair, fidgeted and unrest
once there dreams were sought to nest

home for love, passion and reform
gloomy it turned, after the storm
beating up being weary and worn
bear the freight of promises torn

one half of mine through thick and thin
confidant of every defeat and win
the secrets that it kept within
throbbing inside like spiny whin

reconvening the shreds of heart
razed by one and was torn apart
still it is ready to be my friend
pledged to never leave me in end
The Sunflowers irises and roses
dream
Like midnights and tomorrows
Are
Today

Reynaldo Casison
LinaM Mar 8
Middle of the night, I hear myself scream

I pray it was all a fever dream

She’s standing in the corner, eyes staring at me

Her face hidden in the shadows for me to never see

Her glare burns through the pitch black of the room  

Everything around me is engulfed in heavy fume

Shadows dancing on the wall

Is it her or just the city’s lights?

Toying with me in the dead of night

I’m startled even by a phone call

‘You are what you did’

She said from the dark in which she hid

Her voice pierces new holes in my heart

The first rays of sun creeping in through the blinds

Pull me far away from her into their warm embrace

And finally there's nothing left of her but a blank space
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