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Ma Cherie Mar 2017
Angel kisses fall downward,
formed from tears welled up,
in sparkling starlit eyes
their sadness rains light,
then they are born again,
into wishes,
and draped heavy,
onto a dark blue midnight canvas,
a crushed velvet curtain,
of twinkling white orbs,
blanketing my nighttime reality.

Ma Cherie © 2017
Idk...
Vincent JFA Mar 2017
I think of the way I felt reborn,
into something a little bit more,
when I heard my name crawl
and curl out from your teeth
and between your lips
as we said our first hellos
when I want to think that, maybe-
maybe not everything's gone wrong
so why should it have to now?
J Mar 2017
The longest day,
The deepest breath
You always knew me the best.
My second spring,
Without you here
I wonder who I'll be this year.
The greenest grass,
The bluest skies
I hide the ugliness of my insides.
The warmest sun,
The afterglow
Of a girl whom I'd like to know.
The longest day,
The deepest breath
I won't wait for you again.
The time is now,
No room to wait
Gaia dealt a brand new day.
Leo Feb 2017
versailles has been waiting for your return
this time you will be reborn
out of bitter tears and infant screams
you have been baptised
and now the light of apollo will be in your eyes

the squinting girl will return
but now you are a lion-heart boy
and the twelve years that have passed for them
is twelve hundred for you!
versailles has been waiting
and you will go back
Rochelle Bourque Jan 2017
Bright colours fill my vision,
Soft music flows in the air.
A light breeze brushes against my skin,
The gentle warmth of the sun welcoming.

Letting go of past conflicts,
Holding on to the good memories.
Stepping away from what used to be,
Gaze set towards a new tomorrow.

I am being reborn,
A new dawn is rising.
Taking deep breath,
I jump.
Mysidian Bard Dec 2016
It wasn't the end
I closed my eyes and waited
But death never came
Victor Timmons Dec 2016
I have watched myself die before
I have killed myself many times
I have let others **** me daily

Sometime I die slowly and painfully
Sometime I die violently and painfully
Sometimes I die passively and painfully

Each time I am reborn a little older
Each time I am reborn a little wiser
Each time I am reborn I ask myself
Who am I?
I used to set this world on strife,
Seek vengance in that awful life.

yet now I've got another task,
turn down the flame, put on a mask.

I shall no more let thefeelings overtake,
calm down at once- a piece of cale.

I give my dreams, my thoughts, and all of me to art,
So soon enough, the pain should simply fall apart.
let me know how is it. Please.
Angelique Oct 2016
writers blindly teach hundreds
awakening them from a trance

reborn people seek the limits and abandon responsibility for a ticket to uncertainty
--a wonderous divison of life
and you might wake up early
and curse your life
but watch the sun rise
over the darkest clouds
and then you'll realize
you've simply been awake
at all the wrong hours
This is what happens when I have to be on a train at 6.30 AM and actually watch the sunrise. It is much less poetic when you're not a morning person.
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