Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
James Gable May 2016
The weathervane slept high above with a lolling head.
Clouds were holidaying excessively in Spain.
Sun was lost in a haze after chain smoking cooling towers.
A lethargic wind, moseying low with cat-like whiskers,
I hear it complain “I’m tired” in child-like whispers.

My hands are sweat-sore with callouses
And salty enough to summon the call of gulls in numbers;
I find shade, imagining myself as a cartoon Huck Finn.
When I put dry grass between cracked lips and think of dustbowls
In a zoetrope of sun-stroke, I vanish through my buttonholes.

This is now where one would rise, wake or come to.
Nothing I recognise, else the world is enveloped in storms.
I strain my sight, blink repeatedly to force myself awake,
The angels are listening, I hear wheezing, see fingers in my dreams
Gripping tightly to milk thistle stars, bursting at the seams.

Amongst the angels, whispering too! Did the stars imprison you?
Free-spirit like mother, but I slept our childhood through
Sustained by knowledge gleaned from canteen floors—
My eyes feel somehow sharp, heavy, like spears more than eyes;
I thought I saw the weathervane spinning madly, unraveling the skies!

Nobody talks about the weather.
There is a good chance of wrought nerves.
This is a time of stillness and dwelling on doorsteps,
In doorways where death sits among us, resting his eyes,
An end to the ration that was harmless reminiscence
As memories go up in the heat like celluloid;
Now the stars are a steely prison
Heaven’s lustre is lost, missing.
Through the angels I have seen that this is a time of living -
Through our dreams I have seen that this is a time of living -
Outside the confinement of the Holocene.




*—I have dreamt of drowning...often. I always seem to wake up out and breath and feel I can taste the salt in my mouth but fear does not play any part in these dreams.
Part Seven of The Man Who Longed to be an Oyster (see collections)
Rachael Judd Apr 2016
He took
One look
At her
And he was sure
She was the one
Because her light was brighter than the sun
And her eyes
Were the color of grey skies
Her radiance beamed of gold
And he watched her he told
The world she was magic
And he was nostalgic
Without her presence
He felt a feeling of emptiness
All it took
Was one soft look
At the beauty of her
And he was so sure
She was the one
To hold him till his days were done
And he could be in the grave beside
Her and she would be his bride
m i a Mar 2016
you were the stars in my eyes,

the blue to my skies,

the truth in my lies,

the art i couldn't keep inside,

[ b o o m]

then you became the evil in my eyes,

the thunder in my skies,

the secrets in my lies,

and the cold heart i kept inside,

[ b r e a t h e ]

why?
drawing really gives me inspiration.
Ysabel Cruz Mar 2016
You chose her
A heart was broken
Two eyes blur
A dream was not woken

"I wanted you."
*******
All alone in the skies of blue
Was it all a skit?

'Her' didn't want you at all
You have no one but an empty space
Now who is standing tall?
To me, you are just a familiar face
Goodbye ******* :-)
Pea Mar 2016
i was the blue sky
contented with the sun
the rays around felt nice
until the fiery aura was gone

you were the tangerine sky
smeared with other different shades
i liked that you were there for a while
even more when you let me stay

then came the day of a downpour
it washed all the vibrance that was left
oh, like a midnight's stupor
you were convicted of theft

a shade of blue from my body disappeared
a part of me that made me whole
my thoughts swim back into the clear
the new color in your sky, was mine all along
Viseract Mar 2016
Hey, hey
It's Saturday
A rather unimportant lazy day
Whether skies are blue or skies are grey
Doesn't matter for
A lazy Saturday
Hey, hey it's Saturday... tell me the name of the song
Nelsya Feb 2016
Times drove us into an endless road of possibilities.
Where I saw the light of hope amongst the stars.
A smidgen of electricity was sent through my entire body,
A smidgen of this endearing feeling runs between the heart and mind—
After our encounter under the starry night skies,
the shared dreams and drinks,
and the whispered of senseless mumbles.

Scattered leaves of Autumn companying beneath,
As the alluring voices from between your crooked teeth,
lull me to another happy ending dream.
As I thought about a figure and a smile as beautiful as yours.
Also the way your eyes glisten under the darkness,
and the tingling scent of yours,
Which brought back the tightening knots—
—Around my lung, heart, and throat.

And before the sun peeked from its horizon,
You asked me,
"Do you love me?"
I leaned to kiss you and whispered,
"Just a smidgen."
Randi Feb 2016
Roses have their thorns;
In your clear sky,
*I'm the storm.
Dark Jewel Jan 2016
Stress is such a strong thing,
Controlling those.
Bringing them forth into darkness.

So many things can see,
The happiness can be brought forth.
Just learn to reveal.
The small things.
The mirth.

Stress is destruction,
slowly eating away at your insides.
Making you dark, corrupted.
Lost in the night sky.

Do not let the darkness in,
Bring forth the light.
Stress is such a strong thing,
But it will make you do whats right.

Bring forth the light!
Alisha Isabell Jan 2016
May the gods look back
On our rotted destroyed Earth
And see only harmony.

The sun burned to
Destroy darkness, the
Moon sought to swallow all light.
Yet they lived peacefully
In the same skies.
Next page