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Lexi Harwick Feb 2019
I fear that time closes in;
It moves faster and faster.
A broken heart, a broken mind,
My life is a disaster.

I'd hoped that time wasn't done.
There's still much for me to do,
But the night bandit creeps up on me
As I wave goodbye to you.

I wonder what it will be like,
If eternal life exists;
All these questions cloud my thoughts
Like the spring's morning mist.

It pains me so that I must go,
But I know it's out of my hands.
There's something larger than I,
And it's all according to His plan.
In Loving Memory of Jeannie Dettman
Z Feb 2019
19
i caught feelings
i stare at the ceiling, i say i was wrong
i say i was wrong

you were confused
you had nothing to lose, not for long

another December i won't remember
the embers are gone

still, we meet in passing, all the heat, the thrashing
you look at me like you want what i'm on
M G Hsieh Jan 2019
I want to hold you until a certain time 
of day when the sun lays his head 
on the winter grass, gazing steadily unto you.


We turn our eyes and avert meager glares and 
hoisted brows.
Alas!


What makes this day unlike any other?
The telltale signs of freedom and solitude
whispers
among the dreams and fairytaled wonders we foresaw.

I want to hold you one last time.

-----•○●*●○•----

Look ahead
Buried deep in the ocean's array of waves
Evening passes
The screaming nights

The deep silence 
And the stillness of
This moment
This eternity
Matt Sol Jan 2019
Closed and opened
Enter, Exit
The yesterdays
Of fluorescents
Passing headlights
Advertisements
To a stranger
(Flash and heading)

Conscious flutter
While time doubles
Abigail Hobbs Jan 2019
A frost had already settled late that night
Into the tenth hour, when most would be sleeping
All was quiet and cold on the front
When the stars presented themselves, you presented yourself to the sky
I imagine as gracefully as sunrise
Quiet and unsuspecting,
it sprang on us like an early spring

When winter turns to spring
and daisies push their way through the dirt
when the transition is done
I'll think of your fight to push through life, yet open yourself up
just as flower petals open to this world
Even though you passed in winter, spring will remind us of you
After a harsh winter, spring will be there to guide us,
whether we've made peace with the season,
whether we're ready and however early
We'll pick daisies to take you with us on this spring's journey
01/23/19

For my dear Aunt, who passed away earlier this month. She was 39, but had a long fight with Cystic Fibrosis. Her favorite flowers were daisies :)
Chris Jan 2019
I'm to accept that I'm nothing new
Things like this in life are tough to chew.
But knowing there's more than a few
Means I know how to take my cue.

A cue that will set me up for more
Raise my sails for open shores.
Help me cut straight to the core
I'll take my cue to fade and end this war.

My troubles are caused by myself alone.
Learning this helped me keep from being a clone.
Knowing that I'm like everyone I've known
Is a cut that hits deeper than the bone.

I will see you in another life
But I don't wanna pass.
I'll wait there, but not for long
For everything moves too fast.
Remember me.
Enjoy.
Tatiana Jan 2019
If you see men pass through
a desolate room,
and fade out of existence.
You've seen ghostly residue
of men lead to their doom.
You've seen a past violence.

If you see women pass through
large, empty halls,
and constantly look over their shoulders.
You've seen how societies' glue
is stalked within the walls.
You've seen a fear that's grown colder.

If you see people pass through
the pages of your books,
look closely at who's remembered.
Four men die and get their due,
four women can't escape threatening looks.
Only one group ends up dismembered.

If you see me pass through
a part of your life,
please don't have any doubt.
You've seen this world's terrible retinue
that haunts and causes strife.
Yet the sight of me makes you pass out.
© Tatiana
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