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Pauper of Prose Jul 2018
Churning with the shells of critters
Foam infused with flour hues
Reaching and receding
Timeless yet awash in currents
It learns in waves
The perfect pupil
Relying on all it can see
Awash and adrift
Anthony Mayfield Jul 2018
Floating over and beyond
Distant looking for a star
To reflect in the pond
He ran away
He ran
He ran too far
Don’t stop the lock
Just let him go
Go as far as he knows
He knows he’s feeling
Above the lowest sky
Maybe this is how he dies
Don’t bet on it
Maybe this is how he dies. Don't bet on it.
Rose Jul 2018
I’m floating just above your waves,
trying to stay
as you take me away
on a journey I didn’t ask for
so let me rise to the surface
before I drown.
Sara Jun 2018
She washes her hands in egg whites,
picking out stray shell pieces.
Sitting as still as the morning- quiet,
while the kettle sets itself a-steaming.
She hears that same Chinese flute
drifting down the hallway,
slipping universal truths
under each hotel room doorway.
She looks to the rain in the hills
like sorrowful sailor's wife;
a day could be time for a dream fulfiled
or the time that the rivers run dry.
I honestly have no idea why this took such a turn, I think I must be hungry
Kewayne Wadley Jun 2018
I swirled in a ocean of brown.
Venting in steam.
My drown overlapped by current
On top of current.
I swirled around and around,
swimming in sugary spec.
I once dreamed of dry land.
Loosing my footing on the edge of a spoon.
The top of a pink packet torn off.
Sprinkled on my head.
There was no sense in fighting.
One single serving brewed.
It was exciting to feel myself swirl,
All I'd ever know.
around and around.
All I'd ever know.
The more I drunk the more evident it became.
The here after in addiction.
Sweet in taste.
My skin dipped in heart of something so delicious.
I swirled around in an ocean of brown.
Her eyes.
Never once did it occur that I couldn't gulp them.
I still tried.
Lost forever in Mocha flavored aroma
amanda Jun 2018
bewildered,
yet nothing.
Venus smiles.
blank they proclaim
under a mendacious house.
collapsed panes there are,
and floating hounds.
are they floating?
eyes rob us, and
appearances are kleptomaniac.
so why do they smile their
pale yellow teeth to us?
and cry tears of  metal?
o' abused face!
scarred by night's cloak.
make us grave men today,
so we may wrap them
in a blanket of glitter tomorrow.
end their metallic cries!
end their loud, loud voices!
so silence may harmonize
their weeping rooms
cluttered with floating hounds.
Elinor May 2018
everything happens for a reason,
right?
but the treacle in my heart,
that means treason
do I fight it, do I light it, do I straight up
ignite it
do I dig it out
of my skin
ignore the hunger from within
and lighten my body
so it floats in the air
do I hold liquorice treacle
in the palms of my hands
and let the stench make me forget
that it's there?
everyone just wants to be floating
Karambitties May 2018
Alien or Ghost
I'm really not sure which one
I feel like the most
Inspired by a friends words "I have no idea what I'm doing on this planet."
Poetic T May 2018
Fragmented reflections sail
on a  lagoon of festering
                     manifestations.
Never sinking beneath deliberation.


Soiled purity never stays authentic,
               hollow symptoms linger
on putridly floating
                                   reflections.
Clare Henderson May 2018
Floating in the ocean of emptiness.
Trying to escape this sempiternal darkness.
I've been screaming in silence.
Punished for suffering,
constantly wondering
why they took my oxygen away.

These voices won't get out of my head.
I know they want me dead.
It's my fault,
I caused it all.

I can't breathe.
The flashbacks are coming in.
Why did I let them in?

I think I need to..

Run, run, runaway, oh
runaway, runaway
to a better place,
a better place,
far away from here.

Repressing the anger
brewing throughout my veins.
Fracturing my hands,
to release the wave of emotions
suffocating me.
I can't breathe.

Please note that this is about you too.
You revealed your true colors
and your malicious ways.
And for what?
Did it feel good taking
the rest of my oxygen away.
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