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Tonight's my last night of living in the age
Wherein I exhibited a drastic change
Influenced by somebody miles away
Since then, I had not gone astray
I turn sixteen in a few hours. I don't know how to feel about that yet, hahaha.
For when I find my lonely soul
with head and shoulders hanging low
wandering through the streets at night
I'll walk on by that scary sight.

My life is full of empty space
that I will not let go to waste.
And if I start to lost my way,
I'll find a way to fill the blanks.

With empty space there's room to grow
Don't be spooked by your own shadow.
When times are dark and things seem grim
just tell yourself "I won't give in."
Derick Smith Sep 2014
Intoxicated by you
even my curses
sounded as Hafez.
Rumi was my Disciple.
talia rose Jun 2014
Take me up with you higher than all other existence
your effects enlighten my path
My mind defies limits and executes resistance
Higher, higher, miraculous craft
ms reluctance Apr 2014
Remember…

When we had too much time on our hands
yet never ran out of things to say.
When we thought we knew everything,
when every path was the right way.

Silences used to be complete;
silver nights after a sparkling day.
Something about the days gone by
makes us want to rewind them and replay.

But maybe it is not that simple.
Maybe we are looking back the wrong way.
Maybe it seems easier because we fought
and lived to fight another day.

We can take a stroll down memory lane
but it’s not a worthy place for us to stay.
For nostalgia is a sepia toned b*h
who distracts you as today slips away.
NaPoWriMo Day #8
Poetry form: Quatrain

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