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Rea Jan 10
I remember when I felt the Great Shift before I even knew what it was.
Driving home in my glitter dress and your red bow-tie.
I played songs that reminded me of you, reaching out.
But when I turned to sing the lyrics to you,
you were a million miles away,
in another universe,
orbiting a different sun.
I tried to patch it up, putting my arm through yours like
a needle and thread through cloth.
We ripped apart in every pothole we hit on the road.
Still to this day, I wonder,
where did you go?
I think tonight, more than most, I just miss you
Niel Nov 2020
..What was meant was never said and what is satiable isn’t fed upon. Long to be that faun in a misty meadow, lounging at dawn on the grass, gazing upon the peaks of eternity. What are we learning and what’s with the misuse? We tenderly abuse that which we dwell on. Claiming it a love letter, when a Better view reveals(in a peeling manner) that these are just clingings of a scrotal piercing fashion. Latching to these attachments as sacraments of dependability, nullifies valued spectacality. The pureness to the core of reality and the mess is a beautifully delicious birthday cake which never ends
aquanerine Nov 2020
why do I love you?
those beautiful reasons
twinkling together
in the sunlight you bring me
giving it all so much more meaning
miki Sep 2020
a small town park
nearing dusk
the glow of the sun was golden
as i listened to the ripple
of a distant lake
even then
i loved you
even then

a big city house
nearing dawn
the glitter on the floor was blinding
as we watched the sun rise
through the abyss of trees
after the party
even then
i loved you
even then
Kyra Embers Jul 2020
I morosely chew on my pencil top.
silently sigh at the damage done.

I look at him, my breath stops,

Him,
the bandage to my broken heart.
Drizzle of glitter from the stars

My version of pixie dust.
Hey... I miss you..
hybridstorm May 2020
TRY
Try, try, try,
till you exhaust yourself.
And when you think you are tired,
try again.
Keep trying. Be patient. Realize the soft and serene and the hard and chaotic around you. Stay inquisitive. Stay loud.
Remy May 2020
A 3 year old's mind,
is filled with cupcakes and rainbows.
They see how glitter glows,
they know where the wind blows.
Yet,
They don't see the *** of gold,
That awaits at the end of the rainbow.
They don't know the colors,
Of this fantastic aglow.
But when they grow old,
They'll know.
miki Mar 2020
YOU
i remember watching the sunrise with you
i couldn’t help
but get lost
in the depths of your eyes
tinted with the golden sunlight.
you felt forbidden.

i remember picking up
the glitter after the party
and every time our hands met
it felt like
i was touching paradise
but then i remembered
you were forbidden,
and i had been forbade.
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