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Scorpius Apr 2020
I rose
Restored
And searched
For words
To weave
Through
Echoes
Remembered,
To represent
Their shape,
To make
Them here
And now
And later,
For sharing.
But the words
That came
Bent to
Things
Noticed
Instead
And here
And now
I share.
With my life on hold,
What does my future hold?
As hard as it is right now, always remember :where there is life, there is hope. Don't let go of hope, keep the faith. There's still life after this. Be safe.
Gab Naron Apr 2020
day zero
the in between—
when it hasn’t quite sunk in
yet you stand at the edge of an awakening
you wish you never had
through blaring thoughts and bleak musings
i say
it’s but a dream
only, it’s not

day zero
the nostalgia of what once was
and has been
yet can never again be
ultimately, it’s not the fear of where i am
but that of uncertainty
that of where i’m supposed to be

day zero
denial in every corner of my mind
with no way of picking the truth apart from lies
those told by leaders, those told by us
“it will all be over soon”
times are turbulent
but that on which my hope is anchored
is not

day zero
i am tired
tired of anticipating what inevitably is to come
when i say im tired,
i mean
i'm exhausted
of the way things are handled and the
direction things have gone
why
that at such a time
all that's been done is less good
more harm
but trust that there’s always
a ray of sunshine
a silver lining
behind the clouds—
that at such a time
let it shine

day zero
the clock strikes one
one, two, three
then a couple thousand
the clock strikes two,
two, three, four
no one goes out the door
the clock strikes three,
three, four, five
terminate those who fight
the clock strikes four,
four, five, six
it has come to this

day one—
it is here.
Rhiannon Apr 2020
With the grunts and groans of a wakening morn,
A small ball of resentment, fire and scorn,
There are heavy bags haunting your face,
Time goes by on a clock but there is no race.

Days and moments mesh together,
For the dumb, oblivious, ignorant and clever,
Nothing is separate one by one,
Awaken, eat, sleep, done.

The ignorant march out in hordes and laugh,
At the cautious hidden behind masks and glass,
As the docile watch from somewhere in the middle,
Eat, work, sleep little.

Remembrance of the workers clad in cloth,
Their work deemed essential until very last cough,
Mindless sit on stones along the beach,
Whilst the sun cooks their skin, face and feet.

"I'll be ****** if I'm staying in!" someone shouts,
A reckless, stupid, ignorant lout,
Struts into the shop and buys a lazy spa,
Oh how productive, thoughtful and intelligent you are.

Then the workers travel home by train, car or bus,
Get through their front door and take their shoes off with a huff,
Sigh because tomorrow is yet another day,
Trying to persuade morons to simply stay away.
Amanda Kay Burke Apr 2020
I have no place to run

I have no place to hide

This home I have lived in since my birth is no longer a safe location

Does not feel like there is anywhere suitable for a sanctuary

My own house as close to a safehouse as it gets for the present moment
Every single inhabitant of planet Earth is now a refugee
About the COVID-19 pandemic obviously
Scorpius Apr 2020
She slinks
Between feet
Curling one
Last
Bit
Of tail
Around
Wrist
Nuzzling
Nose
To shoulder
And scampering
Past
When
I reach
To engage,
To satisfy.
Tempting
And fleeing,
On
To the next.
And he
Is patient
And slow
And strong
When
It’s time,
Waiting
And ready
For my return.
Caroline Apr 2020
Imagine tout oublier
La première fois que j’ai vu ton visage
En pleine tempête de janvier

Des déjà-vus ou des mirages
Nos bouches gavées de sucreries
Confinés au silence confessionnel
Mon "je t'aime" n'était pas une plaisanterie
Espérons que la spontanéité charnelle
Ne nous décime avant la pandémie

Et qu'à jamais sonnent nos rires en écho
Avec le roulement de nos planches
Au sein de cette ville fantôme
Nos corps ne se reposent le dimanche
Nos corps ne se reposent le dimanche
Scorpius Apr 2020
I gather
My parts
Here
For practice.
And,
Knowing,
I declare, and
I ask,
And suppose,
There
And
Find
It hard
To hear
The yearnings
Of flesh
And bone
Now
From within
My constructions
Of then.
And then,
Knowing
Goes on
Without
Me,
And I practice.
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