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A thousand moments drip by
One millisecond of time seeps through the cracks
If only happiness could flow through this river indefinitely
Instead it seems that it's feliz is dampened with melancholy

How one instant you can taste the sweet lips of harvest love
After the heart has ripened and fully blooms for you
But then suddenly meet the crow that rips your stability away
As the river is plagued, the crow steals your heart to the sky
Dangling it miles above your head
Taunting you with the feeling of being truly dead.

If my river is sorrowed and my sky devoured
The land seems the only place to go.
I search for refuge in the barren wasteland
Yet find myself solely longing for a swim
And being tempted by the clouds to take to the sky.

It is in this moment that epiphany finds its true meaning.
I can not simply search in these respective realms through solitary actions
Only the transparent soul can navigate these barriers
Finding its purity to make travel worth while.

Therefore I shall roam the sky
Therefore I shall bask in the sea
Therefore I shall embrace the land
For I know that when one is injured, aid is found in another.
ryn May 2016
The hours disappear instantly like blown out
flames off weary candles.
But time is no match for such raging hearts.

We would still hold up the receding
indigo ceiling above us.
We would prop up the sullen moon to stave
off the dawning day.
We will clutch the dwindling stars
and hug them close to our chests.

Because we know the words too well.
Words we simply couldn't cage except to say that...

We are not yet ready to leave
but we look forward to
diving headlong into
the inevitable restart.


Just so the day could grant us a
slate brand new.
Just so that come night,
we could begin all over again.
The Rogue Poet May 2016
Who ever thought it would end like this?

No emotions because the reality hasn't settled in.

Dam, to love and have lost

to have it all and now I am back at square one again...

**** man! dam...could this really be?

that having true love just really isn't meant for me?

No matter how hard I could try,

I swear I have lost love one too many times.

I want to give up hope it feels with me that is a trend.

That this broken heart of mine really has nothing left to mend.

It's been a long time since I have seen you old friend,

I didn't hope to see you again.

Loneliness, man ****! so you are telling me this dark heart has to grow cold again?

Just because you decided to come strolling in again?

You caused so much grief and hate, too much back then for my heart to take.

And when I thought everything was going to be fine like a ******* addiction you come back saying one more ******* time.

The hate for you I have only few will comprehend

I just want to say Loneliness I am not happy that you are in my life once again.

{RP}
Guess everything happens for a reason, I just hate how we have to act so nonchalant about our feelings for each other. Sometimes it does more damage holding on than it does to let go.
ᗺᗷ Apr 2014
You’ve been running underneath the stitches of my baseball caps,
resting in the pockets of my t-shirts, and
etched into the glass of my contacts
where the sun sometimes glares and makes me dizzy.
You left your aroma on my pillows,
scratch streaks on my back,
and chocolate covered bruises on my neck
that make my mouth water every time I look at them.

And out of your mouth
fell raindrops from the storm inside your chest.
Touching my lips
I woke from the dreams of night to the dreams of day,
discovering the softest of gold upon my own.
Smelting fortunes of two destines hot to the touch
as dropping the ball like Auld Lang Syne
but there’s never enough time,
never enough time
looking forward or back
universe stops in its tracks as I look into your eyes.

Sometimes you’re telling me a story
and all I can hear are X’s and O’s.
No pencil or paper but tic-tac-toes tickling mine,
sending shooting stars up my spine.
These crooked feet started from point A and
I’m trying to make it all the way to U.
But if this alphabet becomes too bothersome
then let’s make a language of our own.

Believe me the rest will follow
like we have Chinese finger traps bridging our hands,
when pulling away reminds us how we're a lot like rubber bands.
Piggy-backing through the wild with cat-like vision and dog-like devotion
we’ll learn to speak to our inner animals because
humanity has become a little overrated these days.
So when I find your beast under the sheets
I will pull off its leash with my bear teeth.
Excuse my scrambled tongue for
filterless words can fall off my lips like butter on warm cinnamon toast,
I've never remembered being so hungry for something.

My mouth is beginning to sweat and
you’re mouth held raindrops when we met.
So when your tongue touched mine it sparked the perfect storm.
A hurricane drowning out the past
leaving a life boat for two. Four hands
building a mast, searching for land, gripping the forecast.
Sailing on top of natural disasters,
to find a world better than the one left underneath us.
Sourodeep Feb 2016
As the perennial river of time flows
cutting its way through silt and rock,
on you, this light of happiness glows
steady as the gentle swing of a hammock
on the beach having sand so loose.

The sun is up, your ship now in sight,
a tide of smile shall come your way
as you, once again douse this candlelight,
celebrating this beautiful day
you swim across to your future bright
A friend of mine is moving from a stagnant state to a life filled with adventures.
On this auspicious day, i pray for wisdom and knowledge
Little Bird Feb 2016
Cupid never wants me to lose sight of love
Every time I almost give up
He brings me right up
Someone I didn't even notice
Nor pay much attention to.

Someone as sweet as can be
Wants to know me
Looks at me with such adoration
Calls me Beautiful in the Morning
With my messy hair,
And running makeup.

Someone so easy to be with
So conveniently easy
Simple, realistic,
Maybe a little surreal.

I may not have a future with him
But at the moment
I'm so glad I met him
With his adorable, tall self,
Pure confidence and agility
Yet so passionate and warm

Where have you been?
All this time,
I've been torturing myself
For people who'd care less.
Where have you been?
All this time.
Tz love
Zack Gilbert Jan 2016
You could learn a lot about yourself in a year,
I know that's a cliche statement,
A given if I should be so bold
But it's something that I haven't thought about till the end,
I learned that I have a tendency to hold onto things that won't hold me back in return,
That I desperately want to love
And that the lines you cast don't always lead to something at the moment,
I learned that time doesn't heal all wounds
And the truth is always the best policy even when it hurts,
And it does.
I learned that I have two ears and one mouth for a reason
Speaking doesn't always have to take your lungs for it to send a message,
and that words have volume,
You have to listen to be a leader
And I hate it when people in charge can't hear how wrong they are sometimes,
You can learn a lot about yourself in a year,
I learned that my freedom comes with a cost
My love should never come with pre requisites
And that my love tends to be acted out  rather then spoken,
I learned that I don't like to be rushed
But I enjoy being fast
I go at my own pace even when every one else would rather walk with the crowd.
I learned that acting drunk can make friends really quickly
And that some people are intimidated by things they don't understand
Do I scare you?

I'm seventeen years old,
My name is of Hebrew origin and means The Lord remembers
Gilbert means bright promise
And my middle name means maker of arrows
I have lived  six thousand five hundred sixty eight days (at the time this was written)
And while I've been alive I've truly been learning how to die,
I lean on the side of danger and enjoy testing my boundaries.
I've learned that the eyes are the window to the soul and if you follow someone's gaze it may reveal things you didn't want to know.
I learned that monsters are scary because they are human and anyone is capable of evil
I learned that I'm afraid of becoming somebody I'm not and losing the people I care about
I've learned that you can also find miracles in the messes and but you have to look at the bad sometimes to see the good
I don't like being the reason people are gone, and I would go to the four corners of this round world to gain the forgiveness of someone.
I **** at math
I have a short attention span and I like to focus on things that aren't noticed most of the time.
Like that wall over there

I've learned that moments are worth more than gold
Everything happens for a reason
Love is irrational
I need to keep my friends close because time moves quickly
Keep your eyes open
Forgiveness is hard but so is accepting your wrong
I've learned to not believe in coincidences,
I've learned that it's not my place  to judge others and every good gift and perfect gift is from above
Friends are the reason you can't have nice things
And the truth always comes out now matter how much you try to hide it
I've learned how to say just enough that it won't get me in trouble
Scars are tattoos with better stories
I guess you could say I'm tatted
I've learned a lot in a year
A week is full of treasures
Friends are every where you just have to look
And you are friends of mine

You could learn a lot in a year
I know it's a cliche statement
I've been bold enough to say so
i wrote this as a replacement of a New Years resolution because those never work. I added somethings that are better for speaking it on a stage rather than read. I also put references to other poems in there. See if you can maybe catch them.
Colleen Mary Jan 2016
call it the year of uncertainty.
stuck waiting for my days to feel less confusing and for myself to stop feeling so **** dizzy as a result.
can't stop pondering what crazy ride
this year has in store me.
i thought the change last year brought about was exhilarating
yet exhausting. all i can hope is that
someway, somehow i'm ready for what this year is going to bring.
maybe this is the year sparks finally fly for me in the romance department
or maybe this is the year i fully grow to discover and love myself first.
or maybe this is the year i break down because my heart gets shattered into more pieces than it can handle.
or possibly worse this might be the year i fully lose myself in the whirlwind of my own life.
i really don't know, all I do know is i hope and pray to keep my sanity.
early in the am pondering about how this year of my life is going to play out.
Ram B Dec 2015
A lovely sunny day
Out of the window
lined by wood, painted white
Marvelous guest house
filled with mystery, personality
style and history.
I feel good
One quiet morning
A new day begins.
Morrison Leary Dec 2015
They fall for all to see,
an emotional wreck.
The queen of selfies,
a broken mess.
Check the label,
grasp the best, outlier, different from the rest.
A wandering eye,  
engaged to chaos.
An optimistic seed,
still part of growth,
masked with a broken cloak,
just something to fix,
truths scare most.
Weakened souls,
from broken homes,
destine to live disguised,
break from the chains of emotion,
and let lies die to let live what was hidden.
New beginnings.
With every break up comes a new beginning.
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