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As this bird
After so long took jauntily to the sky
Once again
He held his head high in triumph
After so long being confined and contained
He soars gratefully
Majestically through the air
For perpetually he fell, contemplating
Why not?
Having been in despair
Imprisoned so long
It's all he knows

Today gravity shall not take him
Euphoria is counter-intuitive
And he falls up into the clouds
This bird did smile then,
at such a wondrous epiphany
Freedom

The torment was over
Replaced with magnificent opportunity
No longer will his song remain unheard
The melody of vindication
has permeated his body and soul
His relief a sigh
A new song fills his heart
Joanna Nov 2014
I thought it was over when you said it would never be,
but it was only then that I began to truly see,
I had somewhere along the way given up my sense of worth,
I could no longer be found in bouts of mirth,
when I had thought the stars had disappeared and it was my darkest day,
was actually when I chose to never be kept at bay,

I am of the cosmos, of infinite intricacy,
who's creation and humanity are held together intimately,
These are not just eyes, but rather the stardust of time,
and for you to take me for granted is one of your greatest crimes,

we could have had a story that rivaled the constellations,
a love so passionate it echoed for generations,
but unlike the universe you were not laid bare,
you instead laid a trap with the intent to ensnare.

I do not need you to unlock the secrets of my night sky,
I know now that you do not belong in my galaxy, good-bye.
I love astronomy, so I tried my hand at interweaving it into my poetry. any criticism, comments, ect are welcome :) <3

© Joanna Mrsich. All rights reserved
Ember Evanescent Oct 2014
Today I'm going to stop
This ridiculous destructive thing
I've been doing it to myself
For five. miserable. years.
I talk so much about
How I hate to be controlled
but this is controlling me
I'm wasting my life
and this is my fresh start
I don't want to paint over
the same old canvas
I've already painted black
I've gone down this road before
and I could have been a killer
I don't want to be her anymore
The girl no one could help
and just watched her waste away before them
I'm no longer going to count the numbers
and measure and weigh
and cry and hate
I'M DONE
it can't control me anymore
she told me she was worried about me
now I know it's too far
what do I care anyway about all this?
It won't be very easy
but I'm not going to do this to myself anymore
I'm taking this canvas and BURNING IT
I'm starting fresh
I'm done with this
I'm finished
I need to be strong enough
for her
I won't become a statistic
under the earth in a wooden box
with only a block of cement
to prove I ever existed
because pretty doesn't have a size
and for her
I'm going to stop
Five years
is long enough
Natalie Neo Oct 2014
Let us celebrate!
The death of my
happy facade.

Let's rejoice!
The liberation of my
sad emotions.

Come on let's embrace!
This new found goal and worth,

And be contented that Finally,

I know what I want.
Natalie Neo Oct 2014
You said you love me.
But maybe I should start running,
Start trying avocado salads,
Start watching less drama series.

You said you love me.
But maybe I shouldn't cry too much,
shouldn't speak up too much,
shouldn't help too much.

You said you love me.
But you said I was scary
when I hang out with my friends.
You said I had changed
when I didn't reply your texts.

You said you love me.
Or was it the impression of me?
rook Sep 2014
I used to think
that gravity
held you up
on little strings connected to the earth
moved you as gently as any puppeteer
and guided you safely

I used to think
that gravity
was a thing
that loved and grabbed at the edges
of your sleeves when you passed
and clung to your shadow

I used to think
that gravity was a nice thing
that gravity was
f
r
    i
       e
          n
             d
                l
                   y

But I grew up
I know now that gravity swallows
gravity is a cage
and I used to ignore that
I used to ignore the way
a shadow will
attach itself to you
the very way that polar molecules
attract
and I ignored
the way the ground ***** you in

I wanted to stay
W  a  r  m
Wanted to stay attached because I was afraid of the openness
of space
But now I am afraid of the closing walls
of the hollow earth

I wanted to remain
familiar
wanted to keep myself in comfort among the same
familiar trees
blank faces
I was afraid  of the unknown
but now I am afraid
of the very domesticity
I once loved

I want to lie among the stars
hydrogen fusion bursting in my brain
i want to breathe in the supernova
and i want to be part of something
so much more
than my pile of bones
will ever amount to

i want to breathe with the quasars
i'm noticing that i have a tendency to end poems with one stand alone line. interesting.
Freedom comes
Not through choice!
Freedom comes
From having a voice.
Not to say,
Now I can choose!
But to say,
With choice I loose.
It's all the same -
You have not chosen.
It's all same -
You have awoken!
K Balachandran Aug 2014
1

Under the shadows of Albatross wings,

below the cacophonous calamity of

seagulls' unbridled mirth  at breeding time,

for us a secret hideout waits like a dream

far below the sea's foamy weaves

where corals reefs gleam in fluorescent glory

here, you with your nimble fingers would

caress my ****** moments and bring them  alive.

There, day or night makes no difference

for any being, from a sea horse to an ancient turtle.

                         2
A blue light pervades there  like eternity's smile

will you come with me to be my bride for ever?

I'll ask jelly fish to meld a wonderful wedding dress

more silvery than moonbeams falling on the foamy waves

none could ever imagine how it 'd look on your petite figure.

(Oh! for now I and you would forget  that we are perishable)

                                      3
The most peaceful coral castle we'll take over,

make life an extended adventure, play water games with mermaids

dolphins would be our horses, on which we'd gallop to long distances

become innocent like the children of yore, and see truth of life.

On the blue whale's back we'd sunbath, shoot arrows of flying fish,

to low hanging clouds to make copious rain ,  bring the skies down.

A giant squid for a day will be our moving bed, on it we'll bill and coo,

know each other's little whims, like no other man and woman had done,

we'll swim beyond the limits of elements, air, earth, land water and space.

                                     4

Once in a while, we'll come up, to see the sad realities our ilk breeds above,

let us stalk chemical polluters like ghosts, pay them in the same coin,

till they give up, we'll chase trawler boats, that **** all creatures

big and small unconcerned of a holocaust, constantly perpetrated,

takes only what gets them profit, the rest allowed to float dead!

Let's drive away other marauders of sea life, scare the living daylight out of

whale hunters, make sure oil spill will never happen again, even once.
                                 5

when everything is done, we'll grow pleasantly tired

dream an effulgent cloud, the bliss, leave our skin and bones

the old dress tired of us, wanted to say good bye as all others

we'd  become a florescent light, the algae sing at the depths

throughout the seabed; we'll soon be one with the blue eternal.
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