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larni Feb 2019
i imagine myself with you, b.
i can see myself,  happy with you.

i can picture us on our first date,
laughing so hard we hold onto each other for support.
i can picture us walking together,
admiring all the local shops and galleries the town has to offer.
i can picture us holding hands,
and you holding me as we gaze out at sea.
i can picture us snorkeling together,
and how you'll laugh when i inevitably breathe in the ocean.
i can picture us kissing for the first time,
how our eyes will meet,
and how our hearts will explode with excitement.
i can picture us kissing,
and how our bodies will melt into one.
i can picture myself falling asleep next to you,
and how peaceful i will feel when i wake up beside you.

but,
most importantly,

i can picture myself falling in love with you.
truely.
so let’s break the distance.
oh, how wonderful life will be with you.
to: you.
Amanda Kay Burke Feb 2019
Miles and miles keep us apart
Miles of resting hope
Miles of love for eachother
Miles of everything between us

Perhaps they are miles of heartache
Miles of millions of people
With only inches of kindness to spare
Miles and miles of discomfort

Excitement and fear
Loneliness? Perhaps.
Miles between us
Miles of what will never be

Miles and miles between me and you
Miles don't mean anything
AmeriMav Feb 2019
Laying in the dark
Vision obscured in passion
Hands tremble to see
haiku
AmeriMav Feb 2019
Heart beating fast each time you draw nigh
No one would question, no one ask why
As birds should be free, we all plainly see
Your bright beauty belongs to the sky
Gwawdodyn form
Derrick Jones Jan 2019
Fighting fire with fire
Getting higher and higher
Torch the bowl with the lighter
See the shadows get slighter

I ignite on the night like a new sun
Pregame over now we hit the new club
I’m not tryna take a shot
I’m already burning hot
Blood is flowing so no need to clot

Take me to the dance floor
The music leaves me wanting more
So I shout to the sky like a shaman
Like a freshman on his last pack of ramen
Like a black church at the Amen
But this ain’t no old hymn
I’m creating my own rhythm
My own melody and lyrics
It’s catchier than deer ticks
Classier than top hits
It’s a flow that can’t be stopped
A tidal wave that can’t be mopped
I float around this dancing area
Overwhelmed with mass hysteria
I become one with the crowd
We yell but the music is loud
Our songs coalesce into clouds
Dizzy we aren’t stupid or proud
We’re just happy to still be around

So it’s arms up til the suns up
It’s beer pong and true love
It’s small talk and dope subs
It’s the perfect night
Loose but hella tight
Here and there a fight
I didn’t puke but I might
But if I don’t fly my kite
How will I ever see the light?

So I push it to the limits
I bask in every minute
I go hard til I’m in it
Grab the world and spin it
Breakdance in a basement
Trampolines instead of pavement
When I turn loose on the outside
I am underneath the night sky
I bounce to the beat
Coming off every street
And every person I meet

My prism no longer imprisoned
I view the world with super vision
I see a Mona Lisa
Spray painted on the concrete
Every pile of pizza boxes
Is the leaning tower of Pisa
The lady begging is Mother Theresa
The honking horns: Ave Maria


My head is spinning, I just hurled
My arms are wide, my sails unfurled
My mind is free to see the world
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Deo Banana Jan 2019
Sweet talk,
romantic feeling.
Butterflies flying,
Stomachs dancing.

One ticking noise
and now I am rolling.
But what happened why are we fighting?

A swift moment,
is it really meant?
A romantic feeling,
Are we gonna be failing?

..............Almost a Love feeling.♥
the sweetest temporary feeling ♥
beth Jan 2019
bitter air pours through cracked windows at sixty miles per hour
dashboards turn to focal points turn to the only sight i'll keep from these days
and the nighttime pitch black glosses over moments of eyes glazed
the week's exhaustion turns each of us up, empty and dour

we work through our days and leave the waking hours to devour
sprawled over small couches and cold basement floors, always dazed
we come alive to mood music and greasy food at odd hours, forever unfazed
we make each spontaneous saturday night, uniquely and quietly ours

the clock in the dash reckons 3:46am in a thin, strobing green
he blinks hard, weary eyes and overworked body, fighting against the morning
and the neon signs of the little old marketplaces, oh, how they sing

we wire ourselves and electrify our moments with caffeine
we crash and burn and forget every night, ignoring our own warnings
and the sleepless sacrifices for each other's wonder, oh, the upswing.
some memories from last winter. for bg, io, kd, and eg. thinking of you with every freezing midnight. (22:00 - 05/03/18)
AmeriMav Oct 2018
Fireworks
Can’t...catch my...breath
Thunderstorm inside my chest
Hurricane
Think fast...just can’t...find words
Like gazing from a golden shore
Starlight
Dreams can’t...colorful...outer space
Thoughts every time I see your face
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