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Charu Sally May 2020
Midnight hours & raindrops on the porch ;
accompanied by the wind chimes jingling ;
The sweet, sweet scent of rain on the pavement,
White curtains blowing in the wind, and the certain undefinable something that’s in the air.
That blankly stare as I move toward and stand on the edge of the balcony ;
Taking it all in as I Close my eyes &
feel the breeze,
The thunder it roars, and echos deep.
The fond remembrance of the feeling ensnared;
Just when I stumble upon petrichor ,
With all , that makes my hair blow behind and some on my face ,
Felt my feet above ground and my heart on my sleeve .
Suddenly a butterfly kiss that I can feel on my neck,
Like the cadence of your breaths upon my parched skin ;
while the grip of my hand gets tighter on the fence ,
the hot breath that I could feel as you go , tucking the lock of my hair behind the ear,
You reach for the few raindrops on your fingers and move the fingers sliding slowly from clavicle to my back ;
like the only territory of yours you’ve known,
which seems to send a refreshing chill to my spine,
For all the calmness you bring ;
The rhythm in my breath and grip of my hand,
Tells you as if this is what I have been longing for ;
You make it so enamoured , that I wouldn’t say no for ,
Feels Like we’re on the shore in the middle of the night ‬.
‪I kept my eyes closed as you ask me to ‬,
The voice that makes me go just as you want ,
‪You slightly reaching for my hand ‬& interlock yours with mine
And turn me around to you .
‪A smile that break upon my cheek ‬as I meet your eyes,
‪Whilst we just stand there and move closer to each other,
Like the sun that meets the moon;
Your permission was my demand there then,
And we went for a kiss ‬.
The taste on my fervent lips felt like a dream ;
This moment is so like a dream , yet it was
Sooner that I realised, I’m still laid on the bed while my hand rest on your side of the bed ,
It was my soul that was there & you came to.
We’re under the same sky but apart ,
But souls of ours would meet again just like moments ago ;
The moments that we’d give infinity ,
And to clouds our love , to rain again just like moments ago.
Soni May 2020
I've been thinking
I've been dreaming
And... I've been nightmaring

I want to love him
I want him to love me
Learn about me and then still love me

I want him to hear of my gruesome times
and then kiss me with such surety
that it helps my soul stop quivering
talking about your dark past can be scary, but for the right person, it'll make you all the more beautiful to them
dailythoughts May 2020
… and then he massaged after months

my heart lost its rhythm  
my mind lost its focus

my fingers lost their control
my eyes lost their dullness
David P Carroll May 2020
Come home to Jesus Christ
He's waiting for us
He's leading the way
And I promise him
I'll fellow him home
Every day..
Our Lord
zoie marie May 2020
there’s a lot going on here
i am coming undone like threads in a sweater my mother once bought for me
my chest is caving in to make room for the sky
i can’t figure out how to survive & you know exactly why.
8 days ago i kissed you & you told me you loved me before you left
i know it’s only three little words but they knocked me in my chest.
there’s a lot going on here
i see nothing but moments i should’ve taken & words i should’ve said
21 hours ago i talked myself off the ledge
because i chose water over blood & it still hasn’t settled with me
21 hours ago i wished to be dead
thank god for the one person that saved me.
it gets dark before it should now
& the earth is on its side
all my lighters were stolen last week
& last night i forgot i can’t see past unmarked tombstones
it’s may & i try not to cry because i can’t remember what your voice tastes like
but i know i’m in love.
there’s just an empty that fills
& since then, things just fall apart at my touch
i am coming undone like yarn in the blanket my late grandmother put together for me
i am swirling
i am swirling
how do i save me?
everything eventually falls apart, the trick is accepting when its over.
Katie May 2020
To my very best friend:
How do I even begin?
You are only 19.
You were only 19.
My sweet, sweet boy I miss you so much.
I can’t wrap my head around the fact that I will never see you again.
I can’t breathe knowing your beautiful soul is no longer in earth.
I remember the sinking feeling in my stomach when I heard the news.
I remember hoping, praying, feeling as if everyone was playing a sick joke on me.
I remember the panic that spread through me like a searing pain.
I remember how cold my body became, the chills spreading quickly.
I love you my sweet, sweet best friend.
19 years of being alive.
19 years that this earth was blessed with you.
15 years of friendship.
15 years of memories together.
15 years of joy, smiles, and laughter.
I love you my sweetest best friend.
Thank you for loving me the way you did.
Thank you for being the kind of friend that comes once in a lifetime.
Thank you for bringing joy to everyone who met you.
Thank you for being my best friend.
I love you. I miss you.
I’ll love you for the rest of my life.
You will ALWAYS be my best friend.
Love forever and always,
Your best friend.
Rest Easy my Sweet sweet best friend. I love you.
RWM 8/31/2000 - 5/5/2020
Juwayriya May 2020
but him.
The one,
sealed in whose lips my answers lies
with serenity filled cohl lined eyes
discerned by the devout sign
crowned with white araqchin
Loyalty his demeanor
Words so splendidly clear
clouds vanish my mind's under.
~Dream about my other half~
Becca May 2020
Him with his beautiful hair that he always covers with a hat
Him with his beautiful gap-toothed smile that he thinks is nothing special
Him with the passionate light in his eyes when he speaks of what he loves
Him with his scratched up guitar strumming hands that he thinks aren't masculine enough
Him with his giant personality that he thinks is impossible for anyone to love
Him with his contagious laughter that he's embarrassed of
Him with his angelic and addictive voice that he thinks shouldn't be heard
Him with his riddles and jokes that he uses to hide his troubles
Him with his loud and heavy music that he listens to to make sense of himself
Him with his big and delicate heart that he tries not to share often
Him with the greatest light I've ever known inside him being hidden by the darkness of his sadness
Him with his past that he thinks makes him broken
Him with his love for me...whoa
His love...that is so very pure, and so very perfect
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