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It's in obscure recollection
I wonder if it's falsified
Hesitant about the path I can't abandon now
Finding new ways to survive

Bathed in the rays of the sun
Fraught with uncertainty
I wasn't prepared for the atmosphere
Losing my chance to speak

I never had a key
It fell in place
Though I still sleep
I hold to grace
Hoping to recover what's around me

I guess It's still on me
I don't feel the same
Lost in this sleep
I hold to grace
With the colors all around me

But your words
They always bleed through

I'm aware
You think the ways I do

And your words
They always ring true

And your words
They'll always bleed through
Pallavi Jan 26
Hazy night
Still Stars are bright
Clouds are in queue
disturbing my view
Dogs are barking
My pen is in parking
But my words can't wait
Compelling me to create
To close my eyes,
a sweet lullaby.
LolaPark Jan 16
droopy eyelids
lazy smile
slowed down thoughts
words... I can't find!
Stark Nov 2018
Laughter fills the air
As the hazy sun streams
Through the dusty forest

It is the peak of summer
As youth dive into the cooling
Waves of a nearby stream

But in a moment
The joy disappears
Transforming into

Alarm
Screams
Desperation

A body is dragged
-One of their own-
Drowned in the waters
Of the clear stream

Ambulances speed
But there is never
Enough time
To return

Sorrow follows them
Stalking them
Like a shadow
Never letting go

Months pass
People forget
Of the drowned one
But for one

The one that drowns
In grief
For what was lost
On a hazy summer day
Tarik Jun 2018
The smoke of my death certificate fades into the ether of the night
It is not my first.
It is not my last.
The beacon amplifies the smoke
It dances in the gleam of the incandescence
To track its path is to count the sands of the Sahara
It waltzes like a paranoid ghost showering upwards
Shimmying like an epileptic schizoid on a carousel
Jostling in an undefined constraint
Gaby ZA Jun 2018
2005
sunday
first day of spring
The world may start to come alive
Before in coffee shops viewed the world as gray
Now we hear the birds sing, wedding bells ring, queen bees that sting,
Wellspring
Shaking off winter chills and enter springtime blues
Here comes the sun
The hills with vivid colors and lovebugs and crazy daisies
Kids running crazy
Screaming, water guns
The weather becomes lazy
And starts looking hazy
Gail Hannon May 2018
There was a thunderstorm last night.
Today it smells like sweet petrichor,
Coating my nose and holding everything
Very Still.
But last night.
There was a thunderstorm.
Thunder rolling like waves crashing and breaking on the shore.
Lightning cutting jagged lines in the air.
And so much rain that the puddles look like oceans.
And the world is sweet petrichor.
And through the thunderstorm,
I thought of you.
Your hand in mine.
Your warm, sweet hugs.
The soft kisses that part of me will always pretend never happened.
And part of me aches for again.

Through the thunderstorm,
My thought was of sharing the time with you.

There was a thunderstorm last night.
One that almost shook the ground I stood on.
And I was not afraid.
But my fingers felt quite lonely.
And my thoughts resided elsewhere.
And now the morning's breaking,
And the whole thing is kind of hazy.
And the world's made of sweet petrichor.
And my thoughts still lie on you.
KM Hanslik Apr 2018
We're all just symptoms of the way the world
disposes its skeletons into
our systems, carving names into
our psyches like it makes any difference
sleeping with the thought of
our own mortality pressed against our ribs and counting the hours until
we get out of these lives we're living
we spend so long waiting to be something
different, we waste away to
the tapping of our own feet
our hearts racing the clock because our brains
blur reality into a haze of insgniciant moments. Press your fingers
against my skin, make me forget this
vicious cycle we are trapped in.
I want to breathe for a moment without calculating
the cost of each hour,
do you see the way our feet are chased by our own
shadows, inescapable?
Mine dances sometimes when I take my fingers to
the wheel and
I feel like I'm flying sometimes in
my dreams or waking
half-realities, but halfway-things melt in the morning and seep
back into my bloodstream at night.
I'll be up before the sun, recounting
each fleeting glimpse of could have beens, the irony being
that mourning half-born things is what holds us
from stitching up the pieces of
what is now.
Haze Apr 2018
From the day I met you I knew something felt right
Your personality is so bright
I wish I could be with you forever
But I know it will probably be never

I want you to be my knight in shining armor
Someone to deal with me
Someone to be real with me
Though I know this is all crazy
And this all just seems hazy
Would you be
My knight in shining armor

Everytime I see you I just get this feeling
You are the secret I am concealing
You don't judge me like everyone
I think my heart has won

Don't you see
How much you mean to me
It's so hard to hold on
But it's even harder to let go

If you find "the one"
I will know I haven't won
I'll try to move on
You won't see me when I'm gone.
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