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raerion Feb 8
under the cloudy mesmerizing skies,
reflecting vast ocean,
far away from it,
on a mountain cliff,
somehow a sea conch found itself.

At some point in time,
it was one within the ocean,
but it no longer matters how they surrounded one another,
the rush, the caress, the spill
the push aside from the brine on the shore;
kids walking along there found it and started playing with it;
one threw it so far and hard that,
the pitiful conch ended up on the mountain cliffside
and now it sits far away but look!
cruelty of fate,
now it cannot turn itself away but watch and reminisce;
as long as it exists.

the sea conch recalled --- when dawn breakthrough;
it was a sight to behold, light as small as dust spectacle;
turning into fiery engulfing then all-consuming but
becoming serene ---- oh so so blue!
reflecting it remembered--- when dusk arrived, tiptoeing
mischievously sometimes purple, orange, green,
a mix of those all and colors it could hardly gauge.

The midnight scene was a secret,
it chose to keep it to itself, never to be revealed.

the push of the waves and the pull of it
under shimmering skies;
the sea conch along with cliff grew old
and a very long time had passed
only for it to realize
that sea conch had been in love with the ocean for a very long time.
louella Apr 2022
the dusty old school rock cds on the cracked cubby top
brush it off, but some still remains
coughing a bit up before setting it down to reminisce
it all reminds me of
the way the Polaroid camera snapped the life outta me
how every word you said was so heavy that i started sinking
how we were headbanging for kicks and started becoming wild creatures
how the radio cringed and squealed and how we still sang every word to “Pour Some Sugar on Me.”
how the guitar riffs are just pain coming out into art
bursting with meaning and passion

the dusty old school rock cds sit there, stationary on that same cracked cubby top
and we recall the past as if it was some life-changing yesterday
inspired by harry styles’ album and what a person who reacted to his first album said about it. something about an old school rock song and it all came from there lol

4/28/22
hazem al jaber Feb 2017
Recalling....





its just a feelings increases more...

words came within a wound happily feelings..

feelings appeared to touch your heart...

a heart been captured since my eyes saw you...



its a feelings that i always wanted...

feelings wished to share you...

share you and give a happiness through....



feelings increases deeply however a memories comes...

memories which lives so deep inside...

never get out from this chest...

my chest which contains the heart...

this heart which belongs always to you...



a heart that never ever felt a happiness...

only when it met yours...

a heart which is wounding now...

wounding because of a longing...

wounding because of a farness...

because of a love that living inside...

lives alone lonely right now...





By hazem al jaber ...
GGA May 2015
When recalling those hot still afternoons;
real life among the swarming millions.
Alongside her on the teaming sidewalks;
oh, my heart would beat a little faster.
Tiffany Norman Oct 2014
Moths float out from behind
an opened, warped door.
I push my face into your clothes,
hung heavy like pearls
in an antique shop.
Stale and familiar,
the scent follows me
like a lost little bee.
It buzzes even after I leave.

Hopscotch down the hallway
to find dead crickets
in the bathtub.
Scuffed wallpaper camouflages
a cobweb. Metallic vines
curve around bursts of petals.
I’m certain you chose this pattern,
but I don't know.

Memories are few.
I fill in the holes with honey
and arrowheads.
Indian feathers and
an old brooch.
Piles of pie.
Did you love to bake pie?

Games of bridge
on that old, scratched table top
with a musty deck of Bicycle cards.
Each deck a photo album
of your face.

Your raisined face.
I remember holding it in my hands.
“This aint a walk for old womans.”
And out the door I go.
Empty handed and independent.
Leah Jun 2014
"Little things matter.",
but why is it that
you never replied me back every night
you never recalled the night we hung out
for the first time
you never rang me first
you never said goodbye to me
on the night you left me alone

I'm not even a little thing
for you, but in my mind
you were the little thing
that everyone is so reluctant to say.
just saying or maybe i'm such a terrible writer after all.

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