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Colm Aug 2017
I can almost contend
Almost swear
That I don't age at all
Not even for a second
During those moments when I'm in the air

Flying freely without face
Until gravity pulls me back again
And greets me with a firm embraces

How I adore such things
Like the feeling of what it's like to soar
Quietly through the clever air

With a cutting figure bend the back
And unwind with time
Just to pause for a moment precariously
And hover right there in the air

How flying always makes me feel
That I am lighter than the world

Pressing down no more on me
For I am falling between my cares
There Is Freedom In Falling
Quettevio May 2017
i passed a bridge today.

there was a lake below, green and sparkling and tempting; promising peace and solitude.

the bridge was red and long, and i was stomping my feet;
trying so hard
*not to jump.
Donielle May 2017
The wind in my hair whispers that I can fly when I look from atop tall buildings.

The trees trick me into believing they'll catch me with their green pillow tops.

The ground doesn't occur to me as a consequence, it merely signifies that the ride is over.
Jim Davis Apr 2017
Death to all arrives
Sadly to some still waiting
In long lines for love

©  2017 Jim Davis
I guess my mentality is jump or don't, you can't just stand there on a cliff forever. You either can turn around and walk away or run and jump. And when you hit the water, you can swim and enjoy the ocean for awhile or go find a new cliff to jump from or a new ocean to swim in, if this one doesn't suit you.

The future is unpredictable, why stand on the edge forever debating ever tiny thing and waiting for perfect conditions? Nothing is ever going to be perfect.

(Nobody is going to be perfect.)

And if it doesn't work out, get out, dry yourself off, and try again. But don't stand there waiting for perfection, because no matter what cliff you stand on or what ocean you want to jump in, it will never ever be just right.

The water might be freezing at first, but could you get used to it? Or maybe the water is warm and perfect.
Perhaps it's too choppy, but give it time and the tide will slacken and the water will calm.
Yes, there is the potential that the waves will be too big and try to pull you under, but you can fight and swim out if it's too much.
But there's always the chance you learn to swim and it's beautiful and worth it. Worth the fear of jumping, worth trying to figure out.

But you'll never know for certain if you just stand there. Waiting.

I'm not the type of girl to hesitate on the edge and wait. I either jump or leave. I'm not telling you that you have to jump with me. I don't want to feel like I've made someone do something they don't want to do. But I can't just stand here unsure. I've never been that girl.

I've always either gone after what I want, despite every obstacle in my way, or it's not something I want badly enough and I won't follow through.

And if you're waiting for perfect wife conditions and contemplating the high and low tides and thinking years from now, you're going to be on that cliff for a long time. And you might miss out on some fun waves and warm water. The sun might set and it will be too late. But here's the thing, I just know I won't be waiting around for a long time.

We've had a nice long picnic on this pretty little cliff darling, but now it's time for something different. I'm on the edge and ready to jump. Question is, are you?
Donielle Apr 2017
A leap, a
second,
a deep breath.
Splash.
The Earth swallows me
wrapping me in splendor -
and for a moment I forget.
Relief and satisfaction
envelops me.
However long
I may, I will allow my body
to glide just beneath the surface,
like silk against itself
or upon a newly shaven leg,
until the last air escapes me.
When I return
and I submerge only my ears,
the sounds of my breathing
remind me
that I can
still
feel,
and there is time.
But for now,
I'll just breathe.
Tamanna Gogia Feb 2017
I feel like jumping, in your arms.
Into the pools of desire that your eyes are.
Your beautiful, soulful eyes that make me look at myself in the mirror,
A few seconds longer than usual.
I want to jump, at every opportunity life ever awarded me with.
To grab it and seize the best before anyone blinks.
I want to dive, whilst I can,
In a room full of balloons,
Burst a few while I am at it and laugh endlessly at my childish behavior.
But I can't.
I don't want to, anymore.

And here I stand, with a swollen face.
Eyes that have jumped deep into a tear pool before any slumber engulfed them.
Heart that has long forgotten to skip a beat.
Legs that have forgotten to sprint behind friends in a tickle battle.

I stand here, ready to jump.
From the edge of end into the waters of another world.
Will the other world give me what I crave for.
I'll have to jump and see.
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