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Jay M Dec 2019
So over
All this bad luck
Stuck on repeat
Misfortune is a clumsy duck
Falling, tripping over it's own two feet

Told I'm strong
Told it'll all be okay
But if I were strong
Why must this pain be so long?
Remaining, oh to stay,
Promises, promises,
Too many vows
But each one I shall keep
To stay stronger than stone
On a stage, deep bows,
Miles to go before I sleep
Shivering to the bone
But I am not alone

Awaiting are those who care
Those who dare
To share
Their time with me

Set me free
Running wild
Earth crunching beneath my feet
Nearby, the buzzing of a bee
My, feeling free like a child
Let me run wild
Heart tender and mild
Easily broken
Yet on display
Given a token
A part in the song, you shall play

Sing me a song
Play the melody
Now, it won't be long
"Just one more.", I plea
Another note
Of the song you wrote
Written across the pages
Destined to be on stages

Hold me
When I ask you to leave
For I am testing you
Please, hold me,
When I ask you let me be
For times, I grieve,
But please, do not leave

Seated on my own
Reaching out for you
Take my hand
Make your presence known
I need you
To hold me in the dark
To guide me, be my light
Hold me, darling please,
When the light fades,
Tell me you'll be there with me
Help me be the person I'm supposed to be

There's sometimes when I don't wanna wake up
Don't let me go, don't let me go,
I need backup
To let my colors show, let my colors show

I don't know what will become of me
Help me through the dark
Only you hold the key
Heal every mark
When the light fades
And it's just you and me
Breath in sync
Heartbeat for heartbeat
When the hope begins to fail, sinking deeper,
Somehow I feel your heat
Your light burning in the dark
Saving me, oh you save me,
My hero, my angel
My archangel

- Jay M
December 30th, 2019
I hope you enjoyed my piece.

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This poem is for my love. My light in the dark, my archangel. Hope you like it love.
Ayn Dec 2019
Misery fills me unforgivingly, once more,
But this time, it pushed me out the door.

I ran out with an unrequited rage,
Against the world that taunts me.
I took one breath after another,
Melding into the rhythm of my steps.
The darkness became my world
As the sun was shot out of the sky
By a luminescent arrow,
Only to be replaced by the “innocent” moon.
Yet I move on, step by step, trail by trail,
until I find my way home.

Now I am cold,
Fatigued,
Sore

And still full of misery
I ran 11 miles today pretty much on a whim. I’m decently athletic, but it really drained me and it did nothing for me besides tire out my legs and freeze me.
Paseal Joe Dec 2019
Something keeps me awake,
in the midst of the storm,
and makes me want to fight,
instead of hide.
It lets me take up the battle
that others have feared to fight,
and diminishes the fear,
that has threatened to eat me alive.
Courage....

it makes you take a step,
when you could have run away,
makes you throw stones at the enemy,
and watch and wait,
it makes you move,
when you could have stayed trembling.
Courage...

It gets you on your feet again,
after you have fallen several times
it makes you push,
when there's no more strength in you
and leaves you waiting
when there's nothing to wait for.
courage doesn't await victory,
it works it out.
Stay courageous.

#P.J
Matteo Palermo Dec 2019
The sea won’t bring your mind to ease
Only drown in the current
Choking on the saltwater
Stinging our wounds
I can’t continue to see you live this way
Capriccio Dec 2019
My Motions are on E Again
No Ecstasy  
Free from Elation
End of Day
Bad Boss Back to Screaming

Loco is his Motion
Jason Drury Nov 2012
The dunes are tall,
but, we can still hear the crash.
The smell of salt reminds us,
of treasured frames.
You asked if I remembered,
“yes” I do remember that one.

Flour like sand,
it cradled our feet.
Our palms smacked,
the land.
As we progressed,
to our full stride.

Loops of gold,
surrounded us.
Tickling the laughter out of us,
it echoes beautifully.

In slow romance,
your gaze meets mine.
That is when you turned,
'click' a pose framed,
by my eye.

The shutter captured,
a moment of escape.
Orchid T Aspen Dec 2019
The whole time,
I was running as fast as I could, consumed by the flames that only knew that they should whisper
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to just run
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just run away,
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that they should lick me
to get a taste
and desire me forever,
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that they should laugh
to keep me fleeing,
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so away and away,
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to keep me fearing
for my life and even
other lives,
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so
many
lives
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enough
t­hat in a terrored moment,
I couldn't remember
if they were my own,
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and at the end of the edges
that I just kept running through,
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even though
there was nothing left for me
to see or feel,
nothing left to convince me
that safety was only steps away
if I could please,
please
just keep taking them,
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I was stricken,
impaled on
the thought,
the horrified suspicion,
some feeling bent on attacking me too,
the final flagship of my guilt,
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a death speech,




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that maybe I was leading those flames instead.
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Where should we have gone?
Allyssa Mason Nov 2019
Life has become
A game of running from the past
My demons are my traumas
Always catching up so fast

Used to drown them gently
Burning liquid in my veins
Together we'd indulge ourselves
And dance without our chains

I made a promise to you back then
Before you grew your glorious wings
A promise to try to heal inside
And let go of unimportant things

My life has become
A game of running from the past
Because that's how I feel okay finally
It's the only way I'll last
Tess M Nov 2019
always on the
run from
you
but the virus
is already here
in my lungs
I cannot stop
it
I am already
done
Hunter Green Nov 2019
It’s running and fighting.
Respectively.
Fighting the running to grasp some humility,
but fearing the loss of value in my true location,
my true state of being.
Do I fight just so I don’t become a disturbance,
My own mind dying, just so I don’t receive more rejection?
It is either protection or pride.
While still chasing that perfect child,
I listen to the lies that keep me from something that might actual help.
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