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Day Oct 2018
it does not matter
how much
a shadow
w
a
n
t
s
to be in the l i g h t

she cannot change
the way they see
do you see me
from the trees the grow above me
that grow out to the vineyards
across the dirt-risen floor
yearning for the sunlight
to love once again
as I dwell on thoughts
coasting along the river
confessing out loud
to the dried sunflowers
and the ultralight beams
walking on water with
the thorns on my feet
calling out to heavens above.
© rainbows and sunshine 2018
Mary Frances Oct 2018
It's bittersweet how you become
the love I see in my eyes
yet the pain I feel in my heart
at the same time.
Eric Babsy Oct 2018
As I am entering another realm.
My mind like a falcon takes the helm.
My body finds a bright hue
Just so I could find you

I wanted to find the alluring.
Come to together for love that is occurring.
Only because of nature we are stirring.
We have a magnificent fray that is appearing.

You taught me how to fly.
With my wings soaring high.
Your love was blind.
With my shadow following down from the sky.

The light that followed so bright.
I was an outcast in the others sight.
You took me in while others thought I was frightful.
Taught me things I did not know were possible.

We were not the righteous.
Although what we received money can not buy us.
Can we stay aflight forever.
Be unrespected never.

We can hold hands.
Far away from the others we can.
Only one person is meant for me.
In that I truly see.
B Oct 2018
It doesn’t matter if I’m dancing in
The center floor

Or pressed against the wall
Like a flower

You never see me anyways
Kasey Wheeler Sep 2018
We didn't see the wind
We didn't see the rain
We didn't see the way
His eyes were sinking in

We didn't hear the storm
We didn't hear the thunder
We didn't hear the way
His voice grew vacant

We didn't feel the humidity
We didn't feel the cold
We didn't feel the way
His hands gripped ours

We didn't taste the water
We didn't taste the salt
We didn't taste the way
His words that were meant to invoke

We didn't smell the air
We didn't smell the tang
We didn't smell the way
He didn't take a shower

We didn't see him heal
We didn't hear him cry
We didn't feel him here
We didn't taste his pain
We didn't smell his self-hate

We didn't want to look
That far into him
Idk, take it as you will
Jennifer DeLong Sep 2018
Within the mind , I travel
I stop & observe
I stroll thru the unpaved streets
Like nothing will stop me
I can go there or here
It's quite a journey
I do say but what a thrill
For what I see & hear
It's quite remarkable
For my mind plays rock & roll
While , I journey thru
Seeing art & pictures strewn about
I think , I could stay
Must , I go .. return
For you see , I like it here
As , I leave , I smile
My mind though never far
Can be stubborn
For you see
Can only visit
not very frequently
Quite satisfying
So , I will return
Very soon

© Jennifer Delong 9/22/18
Anya Sep 2018
When you look at me
You instantly stereotype
My glassses
My skin color
You can probably guess I’m book smart
You’d be right
You can guess I’m introverted
You’d be semi right
You can guess I’m not naturally very athletic
You’d be right
You can guess my ethnicity
You’d probably be right
You can guess a lot of things
And there’s a high chance you’d be right for many of them

But...

What about those things,
You’d never guess?
I bet you’d never believe I was a Goalie
You probably don’t know I write poetry
I’m learning Chinese
I ran six miles in fifth grade
I enjoy acting
I’m an atheist
I have a mild obsession with Asian light novels
The list goes on...

But still,
The point here is
There’s a lot of things you don’t see

About me

About everyone

I’m just as guilty of judging as anyone else
We humans tend to categorize,
A lot
...
But,
It’s
Often
Not
True
From the perspective of an American girl whose parents are from India.
Denise Uy Sep 2018
takes a load of persuasion to convince me
to take off the blindfold that blinds me
wasn't made to really believe completely
that there's a better reality to see
a soul that couldn't comprehend the bad
takes a load of explaining to understand
that life isn't exactly very grand
just a little more coaxing to get up and stand

tired but not ready to let go of the shell
tired of believing that all is well
there's still so much pessimism to quell
need to be awakened by tons of church bells

never one to let the negativity out
always the one who lets people down
never really rising, always a half-crouch
eternity of darkness going round and round
never really appreciated calming sounds

help me get out of the grave i dug
the grave i buried myself in
don't look at my tombstone and shrug
i need help and i want a hug
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