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Nayana Nair Jun 2018
I knew in that moment
that I must run out into the darkness
and find a way
that even the streetlights avoid.
Find a place with no roads
where flowers of new season
will hide my unsure steps.
I knew I had to run away
Or I will never be the same.
So that I don’t loose everything
I (almost) have.
I must run back to that house in wilderness
that I left behind,
to the life I left behind.
So that there are no more graves
of my loved ones
with my name as the murderer engraved.
Kim Jun 2018
Entangled in an ivy mass,
Surrounded by the lush long grass,
Some purple flowers show their heads,
Inbetween eternal beds.

On the graves, people weep,
On the people deep in sleep,
People live and people die,
After death it's here they lie.

Trust the dead and do not fear,
Their hearts and souls are always near
They do not live deep underground,
It's inside you that love is found.
Aa Harvey Jun 2018
My wasteland


This is my wasteland,
This is my grave.
This is my graveyard,
I can no longer be saved.


This is my funeral,
This is for real.
This is the end of me,
This is how I feel.


The pain and hurt reflects your love, as clear as mud
And in my dying mind I know you could never be mine.
I did all I could but it was never enough
And now I am all out of time.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Rose May 2018
This hallowed ground we stand on
was built on lies,
and I can’t pretend I don’t see it shaking.

There was more to me,
and more to you.

This was a gift,
a blessing to be treasured;
now all we’re digging for is rust.

I thought there was more to you,
but you’re just a plane jane,
wrapped in gold.

Should’ve know these lumps held lies,
but I pretended these holes weren’t made by bullets,
you unleashed.

My sacred love,
is now resting in its grave
as you carve out one more hole,
for me.
love can die so quickly, be taken for granted: when it should be treasured.
Autmn T May 2018
Goodbye. A word that haunts. Echos through the dark and paralyzes me with fear, enough to tremble and shake similar to the way a weak hand grasps for months, clutching onto life. When you leave, how do you suppose you hear me. I shout and scream into the cemetery of everything that once was. The lesson of a lifetime is say goodbye early. Say goodbye to the possibility of departure and leave before they leave first. Thats how you say goodbye to a ghost, in a way that will haunt them to their grave.
Written while wanting to reach out to someone who wants to hide.
Aa Harvey May 2018
Death is written on every page


Black sun on a sea of ash.
Darkness falls; light is not coming back.
The raven calls in the midnight hour.
All that is left in the garden are uprooted flowers.


Summer is dead like the corpse of time.
Frozen in place; bound to ground within twine.
The little lights no longer shine.
All is darkness in the land of the blind.


Tears mark the route he took,
To a place without any good luck.
The tricks are played like a funeral dirge.
All is dirt.
All around are the widows in white.
The only black dresses are saved for the brides.
This is another day of eternal night.
City of angels who have lost their lives.


Broken dreams lay in the gutter and doorways.
The only lights left are the fires that rage.
Death is written on every page.


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Ako May 2018
He is what people define as "virus"
A viral sin of a deathly love

For what he desire to love,
Longing to touch,

He longs for a man.
For the rose petals on the graves of the same kind of him, yet, they chose to climb the stairs before God.
William de klerk May 2018
I am tirelessly tormented by black thoughts that mercilessly mock
shame and scar my broken body.

My worked worn bones bend
as I will my bruised body to rise on shattered limping legs.

I’m forced to lift myself off the cold cruel ground once more.

I climb out the grave that
I
decided to dig.
While a dark hazed figure tries to bury me alive

I see the cold shaking hands of insecurity shrouded in a dark cloak standing by my side

As we look over the pit I escaped.

I intentionally let a sadistic smile slip. Laughing with an unwavering stare.

I grabbed his  old steel shovel
and filled my grave

M.O.I
Zelda May 2018
I saw a boy walk between the bodies
Wearing their dog tags
Carrying their weapons
Dragging their armor
He made them a promise to send the letters
Empty promises they will never keep
They’re not coming home
But they said they would

I saw soldiers
Run towards death on shaky legs
When they stepped off the boats
Out of the trenches
Fly up and down the line
Determination in their eyes
To protect a boy and a girl

I saw a girl walk between the bodies
Placing flowers on their eyes
And a hand beneath their heads
As she took away their screams
Hers shatter the sky
She wiped away their tears
Hers caused a flood
She took away their cold
Her body is painted purple & blue & black
She no longer feels

Abandoned by the world
I saw a veteran fall
At their graves is where he lays
Where he replays the horrors

But we won the war

He saw his friends walk between the graves
They’re wearing their dog tags
Carrying their weapons
Dragging their armor
Determination in their eyes
As they fall and drown in a sea of blood

But we won the war

He sees his friends walk between the graves
Following a boy and a girl

But we won the war

They place flowers on his eyes
And a hand beneath his head
As they take away his screams
Theirs shatter the sky
They wipe away his tears
Theirs cause a flood
They take away his cold
His body is painted purple & blue & black
He no longer feels loss and pain and hurt

They won the war
At the graves
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