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JAW 2d
Our bodies have decided their favorite place
(discovered under cold bed sheets)
Intertwined feeling closer than anyone
(Hands wondering the maps of your skin)
Hold me tighter
(Socks lost in the depths of what was kept under your bed)
Tell me stories about your friends
(Place your heart in my damaged head)
I will listen to it all
While I let myself fall
The birds will sing again
for my sweetheart when summer comes around
the place where Helen
now dose
sleep
Its to where I'll lay my
flowers and sit and talk to her whilst listening to the birds as they sing there
loverly songs
again
Now winter on It's way so damp cold and miserable
not the place to be but come again the summer I will sit with her
again
And listen to the songbirds sing there songs for Helen cause In summer It's a pleasant place to be but for me another winter to get through
Helen always struggled In winter but come the summer she would come to life
noa 2d
this time of year feels like a memory already
There is a riot inside my body
My heart against my brain
Fighting over you.
Don’t promise me something you won’t keep
My body can’t take another civil war.
Surrounded by broken promises when all you had to do was to stay
Purple, blue, orange and red these colors of feelings that I won’t be feeling anymore
Because my heart is in flames and my mind is in control.
There is a riot inside my body
A war that no one can win.
Perhaps one day these words I write,
will somehow make you see the light,
until that day,
here I shall lay,
and fix your broken heart.
safe & sound in sounds beloved


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in a chalk dust soft whisper, barely bit more than an
eyelash fluttering tonality, she requested her playlist,
favoritism shown, partial to certain poems, poet,
safety in the sounds of familiarity, melded into verses and poems

“works,” how she nat/notated them, smiling,
for they were not works, but labors, safe sounds,
on a palette synthesized from emotive words coloring all of
her drumming, thrumming skin beating, eyes singing,
lips tingle reverberating, echoing my weeping

I read her the collected, the sure ones, made to eye-tear, her lips,
pleasure poutiest before turning corners upward,
in a haven’t-smiled-for-awhile,
a plush blush so pale red, pores of pavé chips of rubies glistening
each in a tearful diamond setting

one more stanza to remember, mark the page, the collective
of this moment,
what shall we call it, this essence of timing of
lifetimes glory glorious;
a hallelujah crossover, suggested, hints of death after life, no,
I nod, no, vociferously
gifting it to her as a quiet,
safe and sound,
safe in sounds beloved, words, beloved,

beloved for being loved and she, beloved



10/08/19
nyc
early morning
The trailing traffic
Too loud
Jumping signals in my mind

The music divine
Freedom is mine
Jumping signals in my mind

Darkness thins out
In broad Daylight
Jumping signals in my mind

Lost, never around
To be found
Jumping signals in my mind
Just for fun
.Sanctuary.
I offered it to you
And everyone
Anyone
When it was meant for me all along
.

Someone save me from my own understanding
Let's leave the world behind.,
And meet in silence,
Where the words are no longer required,
To express what we feel...
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