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Zero Nine Nov 2017
...
Saw you on the balcony
Saw you on the asphalt
Going to your car? So,
"Hello" is what I get,
and all of it.

Saw you at the office, I
Saw you at the pharmacy
First day, your new job. So,
I won't take your time away
Thank you for the pills

Fight and fight the feeling
but there's no fight to fight.
My routine is writ in river rock,
you're looking beautiful, free,
even if your phone is in your head,
and you've routine like me.

Romance and its fickle game
stitched me up young
After years, there's no way
to escape getting better
It's better now and I'm devout
to no one but myself, but
it's been forever since
I've seen as sweet a face
when each morning delivers
bitter afternoons before
the night brings reminders
your entire day is hate.

Amber, Oceanic Blue, and Violet
In the sky, particles align

You trace the stars for me
You make me feel what I seek
Is more than drawn in dream
...
K Jun 2017
Tis' a tale foretold
A pattern so bitter
Your veil is sold
To the highest of bidders

The right one knows
With the mind that is clear
The left one talks
Through denial and fear

Your true beauty sleeps
Till the acting is over
When you open your eyes
Return to your lover
Nahla Nainar Mar 2017
Yarn over needle
In the fond hope
That something
Will come out of this union

Stitches that create
Filled squares and empty
Walls that end a cell
Start off another

Like the Maker’s design
The pattern emerges
Unhurried,
Unworried by its beauty
Solaces Feb 2017
I took shelter underneath a dim structure deep within the city..
The beautiful light rain fell like a cascade of sun filled diamonds..
It was so beautiful..
The dripping shine that was falling from me became shadow drops.
They ran along the dim light floor and collected in the corner of the room.
It was there I saw a strange insect of blue light..

The light storm was somewhat of a blessing.  It seem to chase all the light beings indoors .  They too were waiting out the storm.  Meanwhile I was dripping light rain that would soon turn into shadow drops and would run down to the corner of the room.  A small puddle of shade formed there.  It was like looking into a hole with no beginning or end if that makes sense.   Then from the window flew in a bright star blue insect of sorts.  Its wings made a strange flute like sound.  It flew into the puddle of shade and seem to lather itself in the dark waters.  It then flew toward me.   Could it see me?  It truly was not an insect. It was a pattern of beautiful shapes with 4 white wings made of light.  I moved away from it suddenly.  It then flew into my gathered darkness and would roll around in it.  It almost seem liked it enjoyed my leaking shadow.  It then flew out the window into the light storm.   I then fell asleep in a dark corner of my accidental creation.  I awoke to a harmony of sounds.  The room was now filled with these strange insect like patterns of all colors.  They were all bathing in my shadow.
And when a shadow is cast for the first time.
My own family mocks my creations
With my patience wearing thin
I cut the delicate fabric
And wait to sew it back up again
And I repeat these actions
It's an endless battle
Between myself and my family
*Can they see the thread?
Can they see the patterns I've created?
boop I'm tired...
blue mercury Oct 2016
smoker's cough
cough syrup
syrup on pancakes
pancakes flat on the road
road signs
sign language
language is power
power-puff girl
girl with a flat chest
chest full of secrets
secrets of lovers
lovers kissing
kissing goodbye
goodbye for now
now or never
never leave
leave me alone
alone on a sunday night
night whispers
whispers like autumn
autumn weather
weather for sweaters
sweaters unraveling
unraveling thoughts
thoughts on peace
peace and quiet
quiet down
down the rabbit hole
hole in my head
head of the household
household of disfunction
disfunction in my brain
brain dead
dead serious
serious situations
situations avoided
avoided my problems
problems with me
me and you
you are nothing
nothing much
much different
different sides of the world
world keeps spinning
spinning like a record
record speed
speed dating
dating yesterday
yesterday is gone
gone with the wind
wind on my skin
skin deep
deep water
water bed
bed of flowers
flowers in my hair
hair so brown
brown like mud
mud pie
pie filled with cherry
cherry red
red blood
blood oath
oath by the river
river fishes
fishes swimming
swimming in tanks
tanks in the desert
desert people
people without purpose
purpose
purposefully making up my mind
mind your mother
mother knows best
best man
manly faces
faces i can't remember
remember this?
this is where i say no
no thanks
thanks for the memories
memories erased
erased the words
words caught in my throat
throat full of tears
tears on my cheeks
cheeks of ruby red hue
hue of blue
blue
blue
blue skies
skies are falling
falling in love
love you more
more than you ever loved me
idk this could've gone on forever sorry it's so **** long
aj Jul 2016
lies are only lies to those who know
i've watched the lights flick out of the brightest eyes.
  light but no shadow

cloaked by thunder and into the murky river's flow
some tell others the dark is only right at night
   lies are only lies to the ones that know

death clinically reaps and sows
   men, women, and children all break the same
    light but no shadow

  the living walk blind, their hearts show
  shades of gray, and with grief on its way, right or wrong: they will grow
     lies are only lies to the ones that know

and if i were to bleed for tomorrow
  my wound would ooze grey, dripping into the far and unknown
    light but no shadow

the sun and moon do not glow the same glow
on the shade that would reveal that good isn't always good
   and lies are only lies to those who know
    light but no shadow
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Ysabel Cruz Jun 2016
A common regularity,
far from a classic rarity.
Painted streaks of words,
in a monotone minor of thirds.

A repetition of strokes in action,
unaware of the situation.
Beautiful abstractions,
of created translations.

No words of assurance,
could explain the abrupt piece,
destroyed for insurance.
A beautiful disaster to release.
You were a pattern in my life. You were present then absent and again and again. Now I am letting you go to keep my sanity intact.
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