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zero Jun 2018
Beatings. Cries. Shells raining down like
tears from his mothers face! Another coffin
to pay for in all this madness. Who cares if
she's lost everything she held dear to her?
She's screaming;
"He's too small for all this space!
He's too small for this place! His boots
don't even fit him right!"
Limping up and down up and down towards
the end and even then his eyes won't stay open;
all this fighting for what? Another war?
Another scream? Another ten million voices silenced at
the hands of word like bullets.
With the rampaging, and the madness,
the air becomes too much.
Things like to implode and combust like silence does...

is that...it?

is that what silence sounds like?
defuse our situation.
Please, our bedroom is a bombsite.

-Kinac.xo
Danielle Jun 2018
Twisted, complicated steps
Of a graceful waltz;
I’d fall if not for my partner;
Where? I’m not sure.
I’d say into the dark, but its day.
If only I weren’t afraid to be lost.
Wandering mind, twirling thoughts,
Startling clarity, the center of the eye.
I see only a jagged edge of red ribbon,
Caught fast in your affectionate hands,
Woven from our bleeding hearts.
I could be bound tight by you;
Blinded by spinning visions,
Of a maddening waltz
The strings of music bind and tighten.
I'm extremely in love with how this poem came out. It captures so well some of the current feelings I've been having.
Shaylie Pryer May 2018
Mine.
The sanctity of that one word brings comfort like how the
caresses of your touch brings trails of starlight,
That word bounds more than the physical,
But with each it fulfills the moon to which it's purpose is to shines upon our moments,
its glow is to illuminate the illusion of all the time in the world.

And if that's all the time we have then I will conjure more,
Even if it's imaginary
Because you are worth the value that reflects on a mirror,
And I don't need the list to narrate those parts of you,
Because it reflects on me everyday.

All I want is the wholeness of you that
makes the day seem bright from the moonlight before and everyday
the affection that grows which never tried to by its own making, has developed and intensified because of you.

A feeling indescribable that it isn't on a list of my own.
But you can take and name it for me if you must, we can share the growth that it comes from.

Because what's mine, is yours .
First time I've written in awhile, I'm on a newfound journey
Laura May 2018
You never said it out loud,
But you said it with your eyes.
With your **** deep inside me.
You told me you loved me,
Arms wrapped around me tight.
Lips pressed against my own.

****,
You didn't have to say it out loud.
You promised me everything.
You promised me the world.
With your eyes
Your ****
Your arms
Your lips

They say talk is cheap,
But I guess I should have waited for you to say it out loud,
Before I started making assumptions
and ******* this up.
María José May 2018
Thanks to you I feel like I'm living a longer spring than what I thought was posible and now I've grown used to sighs that taste like roses and lavander, rainbows in every pond, and ambrosy-like kisses.
I feel summer coming, but it's warmth doesn't trick me. The melting sun feels like the ****** to the symphony I didn't know how to write until we started making music.
And right behind summer comes autum as the last breath of life. Landscapes worthy of the best museums, all nothing more than a facade to hide the smell of death.
The circle closes with winter and everything that once bloomed in spring is nothing more than a memory covered in frost, in cold, in silence, in empy words, and painful goodbyes.
But right now, we are in spring and I foolishly hope that this relationship is located somewhere in the equator line where we can stay forever in spring.
I'm in a really good relationship now and one day I couldn't shush the voice that kept telling me it would crash and burn all too soon, so I decided to write my worries away and ended up with this.
Laura May 2018
R is for the rough times we've pulled through.
O is for the ordinary days that you make extraordinary.
S is for the sure thing we've got going.
E is for every purely golden moment that we spend together.


Without you,
My life would be through.
I don't even know what I would do,
Without you.

Without your smile,
I would never go that extra mile.
The entire world would be black and vile,
Without your smile.

Without your love,
In the sky I would never see another dove.
There probably would be no "up-above,"
Without your love.


So here's a rose for you, my love.
It means more than I can say.
So make sure it does not shrivel or wilt,
As there is but one rose in the garden.
Laura May 2018
Should I really tell you?

How safe I feel in your warm embrace
How much I love to run my fingers over your ears...trace

How every time you're there, I wish you were here
How your soft, solid love takes away every little fear

How your eyes make me weak,
And even make me forget how to speak

How I love you for all one hundred flaws,
And even your big hands, full of warmth, that resemble big bear claws

There's not a thing about you I don't love
Our hearts fit together; hand in glove

Let's go home, my darling.
What is there to wait for?
I want to go home, my darling,
And never leave your sweet, should love.
Masked Voice May 2018
There's 50% chances you meet your soulmate and actually realize it.. but he/she cannot be your life partner.
There's an 80% chance that you get a life partner.. and make sure you make them your soulmate, coz that's what'll make your heart feel light and happy !
So, make that 50%, an 80% or make that 80%, a 100% .. haha ;)
Mel May 2018
We hang in the void
between two ancient beings,
their skin grey and cracking,
their arms stretching high.

We take in the moments
and count them like tree rings,
our hearts soaring freely
as birds in the sky.
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