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Secret-Author Mar 2016
There is that one summer. This is mine.
I always longed to have that experience in time.
Where you wake up in the morning,
Every day,
And get out of bed,
And always say:

"Today will be good, today will be mine,
Everything will be okay, and the sun will shine."
And the weather is grand! As you knew it would be,
But it's not just the weather,
It's you.
And it's me.

This is happiness. This is me when I'm whole.
My story's re-written, and I'm the main role.
I know how to breathe here,
How to be me.
How to be loved,
And how to be free.

Let's all go back again. Just one more time.
To where everything's golden, and everyone shines.
Where you wake up in the morning,
Every day,
And get out of bed,
And *know it's OK*.
Lunar Mar 2016
i used to be a half-moon
looking for a sun
to help me shine
in the darkest nights

but i never thought about
finding another half-moon
until i saw you

and i have never felt so complete
so now we can glow brighter
when we're together
to wjh, my other half-(moon)
Kaeli Hearn Feb 2016
Let me be your  breath
Inhale and exhale me slowly - quietly
Let me fill your lungs with every touch, every word
Until your lungs are filled completely
Let me teach you how to breathe again.
Ellie Sora Feb 2016
Love can have so much fullness, but it can also be an empty space
It can be so unforgetable, and it can also leave without a trace
It can make you feel unreal, and you could feel so true
There are times you feel so happy, and there are those where you feel all blue
Love can be so meaningful, but it can also make no sense
Sometimes it’d be boring, sometimes it’d be too intense
Love could be all answers, as well as it could be a question
You can be left in ecstasy, but it can also leave you in depression
You could end in Heaven, or you could feel in Hell
It can make you speechful, or it can trap you in shell
Love ca make you feel so safe, but it can also make you scared
Everybody could be ready, bot nobody could be prepared
Breanna Stockham Feb 2016
I'm a little too
Excitable
Or at least
That's what I'm told
Too positive
With my glass half full
Too happy, too many
Smiles, I know

I'm too naive
Too blind, unaware
To know what
Life's about
I'm too busy
Floating on air
To remember
The pain of the ground

You think I don't know
The pressure and strain
Of the final string
Of a splitting rope?
I've ripped, I've snapped
I have no less pain
But one thing I do have
Is hope

Well my glass isn't half full
Its overflowing
My rose colored glasses
Don't leave my eyes
I am not too much
Of anything
Except too good
At finding where hope hides
A room full of women and i'm the only male, should have a minor detail that entails
Last one to enter the room and the last one to exit
Different locations-principal stays the same.
Between airplane bathrooms and transits
The woman must be the first one that exits.
Any woman apologizing when you wait for them to leave first is not around the right men.
Just my take on the whole thing.
Wrapped up tight,
held in your light.

Find me now, vaulting through these years of loving
that only you and I have ever known.

Only this brimming, milky
sweetness...

Beyond familiarity, you and me, tumbling
again through lifetimes of just knowing,
fully feeling, without ever calling.

Held in your light,
wrapped up tight.

Only our brimming, milky sweetness,
eyes closed, and minds wide open...

Wrapped up in your light,
held so tight, dear full moon,
my own cocoon.
©Elisa Maria Argiro
He is everything to me
and he could not see
I have given my all
Yet he still wants more
Nothing's left of me
Feels like a sad record

slowly spinning

       to death
    
             while he hums my crestfallen melody

SILENCE

/ he has fallen asleep /

And I
entering
a
void
of
**melancholy
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