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renée May 26
Wipe your eyes, my baby
Marlboro and shotgun casings
Pound piano keys and feel it in your bones, this fear you’re facing
Because Debussy can’t take away the sound through unsubstantial apartment wall spacing
Of neighbors screaming, growing skill in the use of debasing words
We’re growing sage to burn alongside the memory of heart-breaking firsts
That didn’t bring any fulfillment or remaining seconds and thirds
We are witches, searching for potions to provoke hard spells
To forget these troubles which were heard from the mouthpiece of hell
Our black cats and crooked hats don’t hide the fact
That these highs don’t last
And soon we will remember why we left yesterday’s December behind
Ice crackling softly in window panes becomes enough to remind us why—
These things don’t leave the solitary, unhinged mind
When there’s nothing else to replace what was once chased
On agonizing below-zero winter days
So wipe your eyes, my baby
Wipe your eyes
This won’t heal, not like the bullet wound and cigarette addiction
That you always lose
(And somehow manage to re-find).
Allesha Eman Jan 19
Somewhere along a shallow coastline, stood my sandy feet listening to wind chimes

I’d stare the ruthless wind right in the face
As it takes the shape of water and drifts away

Over the distance of a sea of blue, waves would howl at the moon for you

The sun still sets with a thousand colours, an artists sky made of wonders

The rain still falls with the beat of a drum, and every drop is my heart calling for one

The grasses sway with the dancing wind, to music written on the cracks of your skin

Summer comes wandering in, in the shape of a nomad searching for bliss

I watch the changes of your time, singing songs and embracing the climb
Ella Jun 2018
The breath dragged into her body like
Dirt into a hoover
Then there was the hissing of her
Silent sobs
The tears just kept flowing down her face
They didn't stop
Nothing ever stops
Shaking from her own realisations
Realisations all at once that didn't make any sense
One after another
Eyes widening over and over
As she digs herself into a hole
With a shovel of shame
She rolls back into her bed
All is silent
Except the cawing of her cries
Because her heart is fluttering
And her mind is a 'racing
And she doesn't know how to cope anymore
A most sorrowful sound
Is someone so broken
So cracked with exhaustion and confusion
That she doesn't know what to do anymore
So she goes to sleep
Until the next time
The cycle repeats.
Cyrus Gold Jan 2018
From the void that beckons,
we see that heaven's near,
but the darkness that engulfs us
keeps our cries from shedding tears

The rain would fall and cleanse the Earth
so the people praised it well
The castle walls had heard its song
right as midnight struck its bell

But when she cast infinity
the rain hadn't had its fill
so sadly clouds were forced to flee
yet the days grew* darker still

Pluck the wings of ravens
to prevent the coming flood
The ones who offer haven
let their fingers run with blood

The Court was born to trim the herd
who swear to Ravenswood
They seek the one ill-fated girl
to restore our land for good

'Cause when she cast infinity
the Earth was standing still
Her soul can harm eternity
as the days grow
darker still

Believers of their noble cause
shall be met with open arms
They only seek to halt the pause
by the grace of love and harm

Putrid souls are sacrificed
for the weakness that they show
The Court shall welcome crimson tides
as their looming shadows grow

'Cause when she cast infinity
it was nature that she killed,
but now the Court will set us free
Advent days are
*brighter still.
Prologue to a multi-part series I wrote.
Maria Etre Oct 2017
My feet stood on the edge
of a cliff carrying
the weight of 30 years
yearning to jump
into something new

But the wind pushed
my head up
just to show me
you, standing across
on another cliff
looking at me
rinnette Apr 2017
That hug...
And that...
...kiss

The images in the head
Flashing by rapidly, repetitively
Now it's all confused

They find their way into dreamland
My most precious memories
And I felt it..

That hug...
And that...
...kiss
(III)
rinnette Apr 2017
Visions reluctantly blur
But somehow absolutely clear
Like a dimmed light
Floating under a shining night
(II)
rinnette Apr 2017
Many things
We tend to forget
But is it the little things that happen
That makes us remember the rest
(I)
Audrey Maday Jan 2017
One day,
I'll look back at you,
And wonder why I have to look back.
Lucrezia M N Mar 2016
I went lost in thoughts ahead,
too many reasons to hide
only by a fist over my chest,
so lapsing into the divide
of an untamable passage
for I couldn't make up my mind.

Still on my way to stray
and drag myself through the morning,
with an ashy army of tones
lingered in there, softening my mind,
playing along I almost drove you away.

Unless my best bad idea,
the one I hatefully called for more,
long exposure and a trace bounced off:
the right this fever got to have...
so the rain and so the sake
that I've known being just for my own.
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