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unnamed Jan 2021
Sooner or later it was bound to happen.
I fell for you,
                     Again.
In a way I’m quite tired of this dance,
                Waltzing around,
         Spinning,             dipping,
   A two step.                     a  salsa.
         Rhythmic              sadness-
                   Tiptoeing love.
In a way I wish this love had never happened,
I know the impossibility for what I hope for.
Yet everyday I just wait for another song
In our ballroom of text messages and google docs,
The band plays a taunting song-
In the key of heartbreak,
And timed out to the tempo of our thoughts.
Even within our gala the other dancers snicker,
For I have no partner,
And your love is dancing with another.
I have to start learning about the eastern orthodox church
Axion Prelude Jan 2021
I've dreamt of you
and now you're here
even when I'm awake
coqueta Dec 2020
I will adorn my arms and legs with bracelets and jewels
I will let my hair grow out and fall to my ankles in pools
Because I am so lovely lovely lovely
I will dress my body with silk cloths and sweet perfumes
And place upon my head a crown of pretty, fragrant blooms
Because I will treat this form lovingly
Reconciling body neutrality with my love for “dressing up”
Alexandrina Dec 2020
the moon was full and bright
the clouds hung low and close to each other
akin to marble, rippling,
filtering the luminous glow from the night

a slight chill in the air
the noises of society, here and there, now and then
piercing the raw, beautiful silence
and the serene, presence of being

a reminder that life is moving all around us
even in those moments most quiet
even if we are not ready or capable
even if we feel lost and empty and alone.

it still flows and goes its own way at its own pace
we must listen and feel every bit of it
we must flow and ride the waves
even when they are crashing and we go under.
And so we go on and look at the sky and feel the wind and appreciate the glow and smell the air.
JL Dec 2020
Love...
Joy...
It's a LOVELY feeling 
To feel JOY
And that is my name
LOVELY JOY.
hannah kay Nov 2020
i hope you will write to me
   years from now
when you have grown
when i am old
    when you are on your own

i hope you will write to me
     and remember my love
a heart-changing
lifetime lasting
    blessing from above

i hope you will write to me
    and realize just how proud
i am to be your mother
just me and you
    surviving all the doubt


i know you will always write to me
   because your heart is kind
you loved me well
more than i deserved
    forever intertwined
for my son.
Samual Hidden Nov 2020
Oh my love, my life, my soul
Let us run away to the fading of light
Towards all that we have ever wanted
On the brink of tomorrow.

Oh my angel, my fae,
My setting sun and rising moon
My last of march and first of june
Let us run to the hills and be wondrous
Filling our life with laughter loud and thunderous

My Pixi, my Princey
My royalty brought to life
How I long to hold you
How i long to make you my wife
Spending my days with you in my arms
Still struggling with names = )
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