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Colm May 2019
Catch me
Like a Firefly in a glass tomb
Like a candlelit flame in a dark room

I am narrative alive and well
Time reincarnate
And I give myself most humbly forward

Charred and broken at both ends
Until my own ashes turn lie and truth
I burn on every living tongue for you
God bless the words which avail to me, and actually want to be spoken.
Breanna W May 2019
I will always love you
in the way that the insomniac
dreams of sleep.
Sombro May 2019
My dreams are painted clean
Tucked and trimmed by a sewing machine
My mother's face is wrinkle free
And smiling for eternity.

My father's voice is soft and kind
My brother's eyes are sparkling blind
My sister's arm is thick and strong
My family line is clean and long.

My pencil fertile, conscious itself
Collecting brilliance without my help
My headache gone, my nostrils clear
Breathing sea air gushing near.

Inspiration well stocked, character for sale
My clothes well spun like a handmaid's tale
Garden promise behind shut doors
This is what my dreams are for.
I could have sworn I already published this one
memoona kazmi May 2019
those who cant understand the meaning of your silence,
will always be a deaf to your words........
Aroody May 2019
What is love but an exposition,
Of what is otherwise so deeply hidden,
Within the heart of the one who adores,
Living with the fear of when she explores,


I came to you before we had met,
So majestic with pure excellence,
A perfect guy you had taught,
This broken heart's possessor had been,


When durations of speech,
Went from minutes to hours so quick,
I revealed myself not all but a bit,
Though that bit was enough to change your mind,


You saw me fall and reached my hand,
Helping me up,  assisting me to stand,
But at the same have your troops leave,
The worthless soil of my hearts land.


A confused man isn't apparently;
in the eyes of a lady attractive

AROODY 2019
Prince eduard May 2019
If just not our fleshly desires
     Will persist,
And our hates and proudness
     Will decrease
If just not our fame
     We mind
And soaring profiles
     We try to find

If just.. not...

Then maybe our numbness shall dissipate
And Your loving grace we'll perceive
Much more, we'll feel
And someday, In Your arms, we'll hope forever to be

If just.. not...

Then surely, Our true hope we got, we'll believe
If just not...
A question, are you willing to find? To seek the one you've so for long (even unknowingly) longed for? Or have you, and is willing to continue.. the answers, keep to yourself.   And surely, that hope, will remain. Alleluia
What if the sky wasn't blue?
Would I change colors too?
What if I went on loving you?
Even if you found someone new?
What if you were to stay?
Would things be okay?
What if this world was gay?
Would things still be this way?
What if I was loved as well?
Would life still be a living hell?
What if I were to die?
Ha! You would think it swell..
Work in progress.. Sorry for that word.. (Gay=happy)
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