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R K Hodge Sep 2016
Violent and truculent you found it chaotic and frantic
There were shed emotions
Emotions that are now stitched into the earth
They melted into it under the hottest setting sun
Sticky and wet are your clammy hands
The clothing attaches to your back with water
The pressure is now released from your eyelids
Your delicate eyelashes levitate without effort
There is a sincere beauty amongst your collection of tissues and bones
Bring me to the sea I yearned
So I could connect your beauty with the beauty of the whole world
I want to see you lie in the shallow water on top of the bed of sand
I want to see the pieces of sand smeared across your fingertips underneath the deep blue light
The deep blue light is the colour of sheer delight
It is the colour that I perceive to be happiness. It is the colour of unmatched infinity.
My smile is the taste of yellow lemon rind.
Yanamari Sep 2016
I hold love and yet
I repel love
I hold pain and yet
I am numb to pain
I can stand time
And yet...
I cannot seem to stand
Time...
Time is but a commodity
And yet I still feel at loss
Pushing forward against the axis of time
Pain equaling the progression of time
So that my pain never decreases and suffers
At a gradient of forced positivity
Or is it really forced?
To live in a state of both pain and positivity?
Is it really forced?
To fear death and yet also infinity
Is it really forced?
When you can see all that which surrounds you
As if blessings hide and yet are plain to sight

But to live through that all brings about confusion
You continue to move forward without falter and yet
You find yourself in seclusion
Not wanting to be found and yet
Seeking warmth til delusion
Finding comfort in the painful cold
And yet begging for the warmth of a human.

Time is but a commodity,
And yet man cannot compare,
They fall weak to its clutches,
And lose to despair.
Take a hint and do not try to live in seclusion
Because one can only take so much pain.
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Secret-Author Aug 2016
You
You
       beauty. Achingly perfect in a way I can't control
So perfect, you make me vulnerable.

Vulnerable to
              a vortex of emotions made so completely for me
      that I can't helped but be pulled into you.
So dense are you, that I am weighted to this ground
       in a way that is perfectly designed to expire.
                            I so admire
                                            this magic that you have,
Where I say words to you
                                       that I haven't ever said to myself.

Trembling from my mouth
I see the colours growing true
A vivid sense of clarity, reality
All because of you.

And we are so young. And beautiful.
                  And for a short time we were free together.
                                In our room,
                                         With your flag and my heart,
                                                    We had everything.

I miss you.
Sometimes, I miss you so much that the world around me cracks,
             Which is to say, that everything shatters into a million shards of pain,
                           Which is to say,
                                        my heart breaks.

Now,
In a world without your bottles or i love yous,
       Your steadying hand, or your legs on the balcony at night,
                oh charlie girl
                            It's hard to remember what it was like to have you at all.
I miss you every day that passes by with only your face to keep me company.
Tim S Aug 2016
There was a time I felt infinite.
Maybe it was the summer sun,
the laughter, or the innocence.
It could have been the quasi starry nights shared with the ocean.
Those times were momentary sips of grace.

Their beauty culminated into you.
You wouldn't know this,
but I never took the chance to tell you.
Time stood still,
You and I were infinite.

As I stand here under another quasi starry evening,
I no longer feel infinite.
But I can feel you linger,
In my mind, body, and soul.

Those stand still frames of infinity cannot be retraced,
But if that cannot be again my reality,
What would it take to get another sip of momentary grace?
This was inspired by the poem Rider Strong wrote for his character, Shawn Hunter, on Boy Meets World. I decided to make it about an ex-girlfriend of mine.
Dana Skorvankova Aug 2016
The vast sea knows what it knows,
As the man with a shadow knows it too

And it's the same with the soul
That I found there
In the dark of the ineffable
Which is ahead of you -
Ili Norizan Aug 2016
I said hello,
He said goodbye,
For there's tomorrow,
Unless I somehow die;

Don't forget me,
Never let me go,
This is our little infinity,
Our happily ever after you know;

Time is of the essence,
So chase after all your passion,
Always go the distance,
Even if it tests your patience.

@byizn
Alta Justice Aug 2016
Feet smack on the concrete floor
don't know what we're running for
sooner or later gon be queen of the world

Running from nothing
Escape to Infinity
Where it ends
I don't know
but even so
I just go
Mark Wanless Aug 2016
i tried to see my muse
all i got was a past full of words
and a definite feeling that if
the blue alien ships
do not land on my head
the green ones will
muse
Edoardo Alaimo Jul 2016
I do often gather onto these ledges
Alone, I save me where the sea beats.. and
Rustles,  waves, blue and green reflections,
Bubbles, shattering in grains, foaming. I think
Many more millions, just like me, here,
Had roosted, to observe, to listen;
Perchance they felt the very same
Strong, dulcet, genic quietness. Any one,
If they please, can just go ahead, and
Join me: here, some inches over the sea. I
Ceased to write as the dusk went by.
*Written at Foro Italico, Palermo.*
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