Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Ellie Geneve May 2018
I'm tired of running
after love

he's a marathon runner
and I'm a short woman
with flat feet

my back
is shaped like the curvature
of his smile
and my breathing is heavy

his back is as straight as the arrow
that pierced straight through heart

I have cuts in my thighs
one for every time he didn't
look me in the eye

sometimes I forget
why I'm running

I think love is supposed to feel like rain

and with him
it feels like a silhouette
in a dry desert
Silverflame Feb 2018
come forward, you sweet whimsical dream.
fill my mind up with all sorts of beauties.
leave my bed empty, but my smile frozen.
these euphoric senses dance on my duvet,
to later sleep on my pillow.
I wish I could stay here forever.
for this one feeling.
the feeling of something.
something like the very feeling of feelings;
feels peculiar.
here I have forgotten you.
here I am free of the idea of a
silhouette, that used to be mine.
but; there is always a but.
when the sun's lazy hot
rays tickle my eyes open.
and the birds, now mournful,
chirping trespass my ears.
there falls the heavy brick down,
and with a sudden bang.
I see the raven black silhouette,
crystallized in the corner of my eye.
raven yamamoto Feb 2018
i met him in the dark
his silhouette against the city
under the smog-filled sky
i fell in love too quickly

with his silhouette against the city
he shone brighter than the lights
i fell in love too quickly
with a shadow of the night

he shone brighter than the lights
blinded me amidst the show
our shadows of the night
intertwined and set aglow

blinded amidst the show
graced by a stranger’s soft words
intertwined and set aglow
i met him in the dark


- imagine what he looked like in the light
Vale Luna Jan 2018
The petals of a shadow
Sharp against the fingertips
A monopoly of acid
Dripping from a pair of lips

The duel wings of a shadow
Whistling through the ashes
Poison oozing from the pores
A tyranny of rashes

The heartbeat of a shadow
Lurks in the vacancy of noise
Creeping over the moonlight
Through a psychological void

The night roots of a shadow
Like tools of a mercenary
Inching up walls of the sky
Too palpable to bury

The mindset of a shadow
A lock of thorns splintering
A storm brewed with tears
Shards ripping through a bloodstream

The silhouette of darkness
The petals of a black rose
An epidemic of ail
Now swallowed by the shadows.
Izlecan Dec 2017
Singe the bellowing esteem of nonentity:
The thumper of a silhouette.
In your deed you sink down,
From the dangling second of hate.
The more you have been, the less you were;
Hues of a figure,
That crawls behind your back.
The more you got, the less you had,
As the evanescence smothered the moment to death.
From a crack of noise, the light slithers through,
Don't shed a voice, for a silhouette it hums to.
Solace of shade outlined upon the dust,
As the pavements merge into the crowds,
Dont shed a voice for it passes on through; With a crack of noise, the ache breaks in two.
As the moments pass, a lullaby inebriates the silhouette,
From those moments on, hues of a figure sleeps behind your back.
Mongi Nov 2017
Cremated Love

Two souls, dancing the times
One foot forward, two times
To the side, the other, and back
Back to each other’s arms
Took a step back, two, three
A stab to the heart, it was
The sounds of their footsteps
Towards their separate distances
As they danced, drifting away
Two, three, and more feet away

Two beings statued together, a light of the town
Crafting their silhouette, a shaft of light through the hall of fame
The talk of the town, fame has had its toll on their shine
Two, three, and more times, they’ve fallen to tame and shame
Tears flood what has turned to be flames
Like a waterfall falling from the rocks
Are the tears from the aflame eye sockets
Rumbles from the heart’s rhythms
As the mighty statue begins to tumble
Crumbles from emotional harbours
As the silhouette fades into grey shades
What used to be, now turning into ashes
Ashes that will never, in forever, release a phoenix
In a cemetery, cremated love lies hopelessly

Mongi C. Nkabindze
A testimony of what used to be love, now lying lifeless in a cradle of heartbreak
Poetic T Nov 2017
My life is stained
       with red wine spills

Even though I've wiped
       up most...

There will always be a silhouette
                   there to remind me

That no stain ever truly fades completely..
All I’m left with
Is the shadow of your silhouette,
And it’s not enough.
Cause I remember having all of you.
And all of you
Was all I wanted.
But you’re gone now
And you’re not coming back.
It can take a lifetime to accept what you've lost.
Emma Faith Sep 2017
you can almost smell
the rose colored clouds
almost hear the whispers
of sullen storms
slowly changing the sky
from champagne to silver,
feeble strands of gold
slicing through
the dark heavens
a crack! of thunder
breaking through the
loudening voices
and the sky falls silent.
blue blue blue
the whispers reside
dark silhouettes
of the unknown
take their places
until the break of dawn
black pink golden blue evening skies. all is as it should be.
Mister J Sep 2017
Your silhouette stays
Even when you're gone from me
The pain still lingers
Thoughts running wild..
Next page