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yellow-thoughts Jan 2018
..
sometimes emptiness is so heavy
you feel nothing while feeling everything
it's a wild ride in empty dessert
it's hot while you're shivering
it's wet while there aren't any water
like having wings while you can't fly
like swimming in the air and drowning
when you know everything and can't say anything
..
/M.A./
SeaChel Jan 2018
I read far too much

to be considered a conscious part of this world.
Maria Etre Jan 2018
If thoughts can
meet half way across
the ocean
and tornado a whirlpool
of the unspoken
King Triton would
be threatened
by the intensity
of human
expression
Telepathy you say.
Alec Jan 2018
I’ll admit
I’m a bit romantic.
With theories and opinions
On why and how people love.

I’ve always been a bit clueless
When people have tried to confess
Anything indirectly said
Tends to go over my head.

My mind tends to fantasize
Everything all the time.
Things that are impossible
Or unfathomable

But I’ve learned as time goes
Though there is much i dont know
That when feelings occur
I should get to know the person first.

To wait and to understand
Quirks and habits and traits piling up like sand.
To know a person before getting together
Makes a relationship a lot better.

So off my brain goes
While i research the soul.
Evi Dent Halo Jan 2018
Unwinding, unraveling

Revelling in the intertwining,

Wood roots of winding, raveling

Wood unwinding, unraveling.

~

With it came

Wood rods and leaves, not understanding

Wanting to be together

Bound in understanding.

With purpose and movement of woodland wiring.

(Unwinding, and unraveling.)

~

Unwinding, unraveling

Back to the earth

Revelling in the intertwining

Wood roots of winding, raveling

Wood unwinding, unraveling.

~

Returned to the mother Queen

Mother Earth, of nature's dream

Woodland spirits sing to, and praise

To the wood Queen, Earth, they sing.
(theme: wood humanoid (spriggan) coming apart.)

FINV (Wood) v3 (12/17/17-12/26/17)
Garrett Burger Jan 2018
I sailed to the ocean today
Across the landscapes
Of many
Amongst the roughest
Of rocks
Sailed through life
And the valley
Only to find an empty ship
To top

I sailed with no sail
I sang with no voice
The holes in this ship
Did not matter
Because it doesn't leave shore

Alone in the gardens
I rowed in dirt ruts

The sun dried up the fantasy
Arriving in the solitude
That I hadn't left

I'll use the pieces of this ship
To build a new one
One without holes
One that doesn't need a fantasy to be reality
But reality to be the fantasy
Isaac Spencer Jan 2018
Waking with a start I lept,
Away from the odd place I slept,
I could taste the Other near,
Like the touch of patient fear,

Something strange I couldn't place,
The path of which I could not trace,
A creeping darkness without source,
That won't be stopped by will or force,

Now reaches out with ancient word,
Forgotten just as soon as heard,
And as a shadow slips through glass,
No wall or gate will stop Its pass,

Not pain nor pleasure matter much,
To It time has no halting clutch,
No food or rest or friendship sought,
Just the fear of those It caught,

And now I break within Its grasp,
And I hear Its chilling rasp,
"No heaven or hell for you await,
Eternal darkness be your fate".
We finally got our house
And our first double bed
But the closer we got
The thinner the love spred
Like in the mornings how you used to moan how I buttered my bread
Both laying at oppersite end's
Clinging onto memories of single beds
EmilyTheNymph Jan 2018
i sit in the shadows and think
of what it would be like to show my wings.

they flutter behind me gently,
casting flickers of light on the walls behind.

colors gently fade and twist,
and feathers lightly fall to the ground.

the room i stay in is dark.
it has thick walls to protect me.

every now and then, the floor will rumble,
causing cracks to appear.

but, they seem to fix themselves.
struggling never helps.

i have been told i am shameful.
i must hide away, not show myself.

no one knows of me, except for one.

she seems to be intent on keeping me here.
but,

i hear her crying herself to sleep.
i hear people yelling against my kind.
i feel the rumbling of my floor caused by her sobs.
i feel the pain of when she pulls my chains even tighter.

i want nothing more but to be free
to be by her side, floating near her
letting her be who she truly is.

i feel the loss of hope,
as my small room becomes darker and darker.
it's hard to breathe.

a small creature such as i,
wings of pink, purple, blue,
a robe with every color

it's hard to be one like me.

but i'll survive, until i can see the rainbow.
Asominate Jan 2018
Stop wasting my time,
Let us go and unwind
Fete over, then rewind?
Stop messing with my mind.

Don't stop one more time
No secret, it ain't a crime,
Just for me? You're so kind
Yes, I know, I'm sublime.

Your love's abiding,
You got what I'm craving
You're there when my world's caving
Cause of you, I'm still surviving.

When I'm abominable
Your love's like a cradle
Whoa, don't break the table
****, you know you're able.

You are heaven-sent,
Hate it when you're absent,
So accustomed to your sent,
Of your love, I'm absorbent.
When I was young *sigh*
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