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Echoes Of A Mind Feb 2016
My inspiration left me
I just flew away
Can't you please tell me
how to make it stay
every time I try to catch it
I only catch the air
No matter where I look,
I can't find it anywhere...
Lady Bird Jun 2015
June's vibrant lace has drifted
with the cool yet warm wind it flew
leaving behind a depth of green
to catch the Summer's morning's dew
Ovi-Odiete Apr 2015
And the demons gathered, robed in darkness; making enchantments- casting spells
And the night screamed loud- tears flowing pass
telling all what the shadows says
for out of the night, came a strange howl- eerie and uncanny
But the Demons hovered nearer
as the stars shined on them
meandering with deep glitters;
they cast a spell- forcing all men
to sleep in the dead of the night
and they sent nightmares of terrors,
to all mankind- inducing sleep paralysis

And the moon lit the dark skies,
with the shadows hunting men
still the Demons gathered,
making a wish; an evil wish
setting forth a journey- as they hover-fly
flying through those oikon trees,
hovering in one accord above
with their black robes floating
But they missed their pathways;
Embarking on a mixed enroute
Then the Angels flew in,
obstructing their responsive stimuli
the Demons attacked;the Angels subserve

In the midst of the turmoil,
The Demons pathways
they fly away; with all they had
The Angels took charge; breaking seals
And the Demons fell down flat
all with broken wings
The moon light comes sharper,
illuminating all sense of evil out of the night

Angels; with their signets breaking spells
And the heat was felt; as the Demons strengths gave way
Angels took charge.
From the side of midnight; deep and scary
Revenant Aug 2014
I miss how we were the only ones alike.
We were the only two of that caliber, and you knew it.
Electricity flew between your lips and mine.
We were beautiful.
I miss how our voices pierced the heavy silence around us, and tangled up with one another.
I miss how we preformed for no more than one another.
I miss how your melodies kissed my face as they glided about our space.
I miss our shared breath.  
I miss my voice moving in perfect time with yours; curving up to meet your highs, and dipping down to brush against your lows.
I miss the way you would look at me when I took control and owned the song-- with that sly, crooked grin.
The accidental physical touch
The longing when our time ran out
The lingering of your voice, and that crystal gaze burning into my core
The teasing and the backhanded compliments
Never too sure of what's work and what's play
But I'm sure of this:
There is a certain intimacy that comes with throwing your heart and soul into the void, and hoping it doesn't fall flat.
There's an even deeper intimacy that follows when you meet another voice, and you move and reach and swell and growl and throw everything you have into that one note.
Because without passion, we are dead.

Breathe into me.
Angel Escobar May 2014
I was flying high up in the clouds, i didnt know where i was going but i was interested to find out where i would end up at. I was filled with questions and wanted answers. "where was i going?" "Is it a good place?" I hoped to find the answers i wanted and thought if i ever would at some point. "Where am i heading too?" I was heading to a big cloud right above my head. I approach it. The first thing i saw was a gate with the words "heaven." I was filled with thoughts. "Am I really? Am I really dead?" As I approach the gate I was looking around, and saw an angel flying by. "What am I doing here?" I thought and then i thought that i really did not belong here. I got woken up by my brother shaking me and asking if i was ok. He said i was asking weird questions. Luckily it was a dream. It felt so real that i remember the details of the angels face. Im scared..

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