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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
Flying on forever


I’m flying on the edge forever,
Searching for a brighter future.
I can see the picture of an angel inside my mind
And now I have to find a way to meet her.


Burning out, fading away; love must come to save the day.
Shooting stars only crash into their own grave.
I will build her a house we can live in and age;
If only I could take her to it, then maybe things would change.


Some of us lie, some of us fly;
Some of us are living on borrowed time.
The future is not certain to be there when we arrive,
But the past is firmly in the past where it belongs,
So please just let me get on with my life.


We are in search of a forever love, forever more!
Fallen love angels who scorn are left behind;
Forever alone in fields of thorns, left alone to mourn.


There is a dust storm up ahead, so I must look my best,
Because when I do finally meet her, my love I will confess.
Eventually she will see me appearing through the mist;
I cannot allow this chance of true happiness to be missed.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Skaidrum Mar 2018
ix.

I kiss gravity,
& the light leaving my bones,
"This is how we fell."
Of the haiku series
ix. a toast to endless cycles

© Copywrite Skaidrum
melanie Mar 2018
a hardness falls around my heart

as tears stream down my face
in quiet rivers

love doesn't live here anymore
Poetic T Mar 2018
Within the silence of violence
            we are collecting our words,
that fall like tears that never reach  
         a point where there meant
                                            to mean something.


But with every emotion that collects
             only every silent voice.
   They scream within the void of nothingness,
as no one listens to the bombs caressing upon us.

Within every collection that falls on every
                            restrained voice that is void less.
          Beneath the rubble, of those who's blind anger
falters against those they have never vocalized words.

"But still tears of pain cry downwards.
             "silencing all with there silent voice of discontent.
Poetic T Feb 2018
I am a butterfly of plucked wings,
          colourful hues ground up.
  Now I'm but a past life crawling
beneath where my beauty spanned
               the unending motions of life.

Now I see myself as less than before,
                               a scar of my reality,
I have pain of gracing my wings
in an existence that is past tense.
                     Yet I feel the anguish of every flutter.

I crawl, begging for this abomination
            of fates greed to just let me bury every
thought beneath a stillness of empty thoughts.
               Yet I gaze up seeing the whispers of
every motion beat down upon me.
Kelly Ortega Feb 2018
EXHALING YOU FROM ME HAPPENS WITH PEN
YET EVEN ART CAN NOT RELIEVE LANGUISH
ABANDONING AN ANGEL IN HEAVEN
WILL ONLY LEAVE THE MORTAL IN ANGUISH

I SEARCHED INSIDE HIS SHADOW DAY AND NIGHT
WITH HOPES SMALL TRACES OF YOU MAY BE FOUND
NOTHING COMPARABLE LIVED IN HIS LIGHT
AND ONLY SERVED AS MY BURIAL GROUND

THEY SAY GOODBYES DO NOT APPLY TO ALL
AND ONLY HURT THE ONES THAT LOVE WITH EYES
YOUR WORDS WHICH I ONCE DRANK LIKE ALCOHOL
ARE POEMS I NOW CRAVE TO EXORCISE

I’M LEFT WITH VERSES MEANT TO POISON ME
AND FRAGMENTS OF WHAT I CALLED “DIGNITY”
Ashley Hope Feb 2018
My hearts skipping beats right now,
the thought of everything that has ever happened comes crashing down,
I can describe the feeling as uncharted land,
I've never been here before,
never thought I'd land,
I sit up and breathe the fresh air,
the sent of flowers and the rustling of birds,
I've woken into a paradise,
I thought I'd never hold,
I start walking through some fresh cut grass,
the smell reminds me of a summer that i wish would forever last,
I come across a field of wheat,
I reach out and touch a feeling so sweet,
at the end of the field i see a tree,
It's beautiful and it has brown autumn leaves,
I sit under it and wonder how it can be so soothing even during a storm,
I stand up and keep heading south untill i reach a waterfall,
the water falling so peacefully without a care in the world,
the sound of it is like music to my ears,
i dive into the clear water and resurface without any fears,
as i wipe the water from my face everything has become clear,
there you are with your field colored hair,
those brown eyes i fall into without a care,
and oh your heart,
my beautiful waterfall,
so clear and so certain it's like a mirror without a wall,
so as i open my eyes i begin to see,
my paradise is you always smiling at me.
love <3
He is a fallen soldier
With his uniform torn, and his heart or his sleeve
He looks twenty years older
With is wounds open, ready to bleed

It was not what he thought it would be
Not just justice and bravery
Now he's gone while he's talking to me
His mind keeps returning to imagines he can't unsee

I am sorry, cause I was no comfort
Even when I held you in my arms
Every morning there is so much effort
To wake up, and give the day a chance

It is not easy to save everyone
Though you believed once that you could
Now look at what you have become
Because you were honest and good

He is a fallen soldier
Who woke up while everyone else fell
He is twenty years older
Carrying them all while carrying himself
22. Februar 2018
What do you think?
Dakota J Dawson Feb 2018
Forget my
Ill love
Interest
Boring message

Eating crumpets
Under
A falling of stars

Son
Run from
The fork

And sign
My plastered
Image

It is
Revolting
To the eye

Maybe the sight
I cannot deceive
Pretends to be lost

Family
With weight
Has fallen
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