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SA Szumloz May 2020
The taste of orange Popsicle
Sits sweetly on my tongue
As I ride on my blue bicycle
With summer still young.

The heat is unbearable
Coloring my skin red
But the pool's delightful
I'll swim till' the end!

Fireworks crackle in my ears
I watch them with wide eyes
There's little worry, little fear
Of danger in disguise.
Abby M Dec 2018
Trees smearing past the window
Other cars streak past with snarls
Snippets of vitality springing forth before receding behind
A man cleans his car
Preparing for your now
But then he's gone
A girl grabs for papers in your breeze
You should help but she's already gone
A dog's barks precede
And then recede
Before your ride slows and the barks are not quite gone
At a stop and with a click
Dismount and leave the metal ride
xmxrgxncy Oct 2016
But how can I see if there's too much smoke?* she pleaded, latching onto my arms with thorny tenacity.
How can you complain when you create that smoke yourself? I combatted question with question, ******* snow into the grey nosy wisps.
It's your fault. Liquid roses dripped to the snow.
Steam kissed the smoke.
**I know.
xmxrgxncy Oct 2016
Because of me.* She let me stand, snow falling off my bare legs like a shower of ash. Because of us.
What us is there left to lie about... My legs tensed to run. **Who can lie about what is in plain sight?
xmxrgxncy Oct 2016
No, she breathed, melted snow dripping from under her eyelids like a fountain of frost. *No.
Feelings can lie. But, my head swirled as I stood suddenly,**Why would I?
xmxrgxncy Oct 2016
Oh really?* interrogated her cunning eyes, Speak you the truth?
Doubt what you will, mine glowered in return, the ice melting to fragmented liquid between my fingers. **But truth and desire are the same thing, no?
abs Dec 2015
Everyone else is sad
and it piles up,
one after another,
until the energy that binds the world
can no longer take it.
abs Dec 2015
If I die of sadness tonight
Then it's only you to blame
abs Dec 2015
You were ******* lovely
And then you're not
abs Dec 2015
I tied the knot to fill the empty spaces you left.
I tried to keep my room clean, picking every piece of clothig you threw that didn't fit in the basket beam.
I told myself it was all but a beautiful dream, or a lie.
A shadow that phantom my dellusion.
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