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Courtney Brandt Jul 2018
My heart is like a brush fire,
she's burning, cracked open, a beginning.
I spring between happy and sad like the flames from tree to tree.
I burn brighter in the sad.
The ashes of who I used to be pile up on the branches of who I could've been.
when I suggested a fire extinguisher,
my heart laughed so hard I watched another acre be devoured.
She's starving,
been without touch for so long the screaming of the flames feels like a caress.
The heat feels like a kiss, and who am I to deny her?
Ciara Jones Jul 2018
Did you ever wonder why
Why the crows always sighed

Shallow sighs that seemed to signify
The broken pieces of happiness that once used to collide

Looking back at it now
I could hear a poetic prowl

A town full of memories
A land full of histories

Think simply, they used to tell me
Because with that, they said
You can take on life slightly more effortlessly
Anya Jul 2018
Whe. I lift my head
To expel a breath in a long sigh
The cool air being moved by the fan
Causes my hair
Loose tangled strands,
To wave about
In a celebratory dance
Of relief
At last
Can be anything, after reaching a destination, completing something, honestly for me it was just lifting my head and taking a moment to reflect.
K Balachandran Jul 2018
I float in a dream,
Full of rain’s amorous sighs;
In fecund earth’s hugs!
Jean Jul 2018
I want to grow a plumeria plant
right outside my window

I want it to blossom and to thrive
to look at the beautiful flowers and sigh

Yet I am afraid I will **** it
since I have always had the opposite of a green thumb

I want to grow a plumeria plant
right outside my window
Brian McDonagh May 2018
I heard it once,
I don’t need to hear it again,
But the first to tell me
Had no clue you would have the same lesson,
The same advisement,
But that doesn’t change the fact that I am still annoyed.
I get it!
I get it!
I get it!
I get it!
Please stop! The repetitive words and their unnecessary radiation
Overheat my thoughts, and I want to leave,
To break free from the bonds of this conversation.
Get me out!
But your voice yanks my guilt,
Pulls me to stay
By the “What-will I-tell-my-children-someday?” rope
Around the torso of my guilt.
Just sigh and get by, I circulate within me.
Another peeve that makes a life appearance; when someone instructs me one way, I'm reminded of that same advice from someone else as if there was some plan to do so that took place behind my back.
matcha May 2018
want.

it's a feeling and a sense.
everyone wants something or someone.

what do i want?

i want
to hold your hand.

i want
to kiss your knuckles.

i want
to tell you how gorgeous you are.

i want
to see the crinkles at the corner of your eyes when you smile.

i want
your breath to tickle my neck ever so slightly as you rest.

i want
to run my fingers through your hair gently.

i want
to hear your wondrous laugh.

i want
your cushioned lips on my skin.

i want
your simple presence.

i want
i want
i want
i want

i want these mild thoughts to go away.

they taunt me everyday for reasons unknown.

for reasons that i'd like to know.

but i don't.

so, i'm stuck in a constant state of confusion and frustration.

i'm stuck because i never bother to tame these thoughts.

i'm stuck because i choose to wait rather than do.

it's just too mild.

too mild for my cringing heart.
idk what this is, but it's just soft things.
Samreena Lodhi May 2018
When I will be gone,
NEVER FORGET ME!
Always remember me,
keep me in your memories.
Always find me in your company.

When I will be gone,
NEVER let my trust beside,
NEVER let tears to come in your eye,
NEVER let yourself cry behind me.

When I will be gone,
Find me in your dreams,
where I always used to fly.
Search me in your smile,
Where I always used to pass.
But, please! Never! let yourself sigh.
When I will be gone.
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