Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
TheLonely Sep 2019
The man with the southern heart
Love was sweet and warm
Pushed my city inside, aside
Rebuilt a heart that was torn

Accent sweetest in my ear
Changed bitter words from before to
doubt
I hid all of my beauty
But he knew exactly how to get it out

Never with judgement
Always with acception of plenty
Drunk on your love
Your mother should've named you
Henny

"You bring me joy"
Anita told me exactly what to look for
I thought I knew all that I wanted
But you showed me I deserved more

I've complied to the fact..
Tonight may be our end
Just know that I'm forever grateful
To share time with you as a lover and friend.
This is about the one that got away, and how this summer changed me.
Eefs Jungmann Nov 2018
Up
         Down
On  
     Off
Left  
           Right
What
                Difference
Does
    It
         Make?

Everything.
Sorry everyone for the delay. This came to me on a walk home from the bus. I'm not quite sure what it means yet but I'm open to hearing your interpretations!
Lisa Neu Sep 2018
The ability to take one step
Was all I could do
     In the dark
     When I felt alone
     A mask over me
     Hiding me and my truth
Taking one step
Choosing a direction

In the dark, cannot see
Trusting, hoping, believing
     In the tiny speck of light
     Barley visible, so small
     Could be it isn't there at all

One step, then another
     Speaking quietly
     Unsure
     Years.

Awakening one day in a new place
     A good place
     Hope
In something new

7 Aug 2018
Kewayne Wadley Jul 2018
Let's make some time.
Time for you and I to leap past
Anything other than  transcendent.
A vacation other than what we see day in and day out.
To lick our lips in awe.
Awe of how many times we've passed each other.
Never thinking the sun to shine as beautiful as it has against your eye.
Our lips water in infatuation.
A substitution to the emptiness we walk pass on a daily basis.
Stepping outside of the ordinary.
A fluid motion
Laughing at random moments.
The thing's kept in our heads brought to life in a smile.
Status quo of moving pass sitting still.
Seeing you with new eyes,
Shapes & colors.
An intersection of skin travelled by happy eyes.
Open, full.
The sensation of going somewhere new.
The butterflies no longer sit at the stop sign.
Checking both ways before pulling out.
Moving beyond the end of the street
Without the feeling that something is missing.
When you get the chance,
Let's make some time for you and I.
With no intent on arriving,
Whatever destination we set.
Let's make time just to make time
Cameron Jan 2018
Pt4
Later in the night, when the crowd was gone, and the creature was left alone to his tears, and bloodied body.

A man approached him in his solitude.

The answer to his problems?

Or perhaps, just a gateway to more.

That remains, a mystery.
lieless love Aug 2017
your smile

the way the curves have always surpassed MY ***, which I thought was the fattest thing I had ever seen. but I was wrong. the curve of your smile had chased away almost every single bad thought of myself. almost.

2. your touch

I was uncomfortable with even the thought of human interaction. speaking is one thing but please don't... touch. you showed me that touching didn't always have to be painful. when you wrapped me into your arms and pulled me close. strangers be weary, there's still the bright red sign hanging over what he likes to call this "piece of art" and it still reads "please don't... touch." except this time, this time there's dark bold ink directly under the warning, "unless it's him. then touch all you want because your touches feel like... home."

3. your breathing

I know this one seems a little Charles Manson-esque, but let me get my point across. your breaths are the sound of the ocean tide calmly dancing up onto the sand. I just wanna dip my toes in, no matter the temperature. if it's cold, let it be so cold that my feet go numb. if its warm, let it be warm enough to boil the blood within me.

those three signs were the red flags making it painfully obvious that I wasn't comfortably alone anymore. I was home.
Liz Carlson Jul 2017
I didn't even notice you in the beginning.
You were just another guy among the crowd.
Now, you're so much more.
I noticed you looking my way at times,
did you notice my glances as well?
We spoke few words until that night.
We talked all evening by the sparkling fire.
Your eyes sky blue looking into mine.
Your smile, the sweetest one I've seen in a while.
There were people all around us,
yet it felt like we were the only ones in the world.
I heard your words but I didn't comprehend all of them.
I was too busy gazing into your eyes and hoping this feeling would never fade.
My brain tells me 'no', because it's not the right time.
But will I ever be ready?
Will it ever be the right time?
My heart screams out 'yes', because I've never felt this way before.
I can talk to you, this is real.
This isn't just a fantasy.
This is something new.
Uncharted territory.
You're so quiet, yet powerful in your words.
You are a protector with a kind heart.
I love watching you do what you love,
even if we have different passions.
I feel like I know you so well,
even if it's only been two weeks.
You're something new.
Do I follow my heart?
Or listen to my brain?
Sam Jan 2017
Left behind,
Dust kicked in my face
as the lights of the pick-up
fade away in the darkness.

Frozen by shock and confusion,
So stiff that tears refuse to flow
under the royal blue sky
pondering on the adjacent events.

Hearing the eerie sounds,
Birds fly overhead following as
beauteous stars stretch above, yet
those lights don't cross my mind.

Touching the rough dirt,
Listening to the wind the
music travels from a distance
too far to make out the tune.

Lost in the wilderness,
No help for miles on end
forced to walk forward
with the world on my chest.

The sun starts to rise,
Feeling the cool breeze of the morning
Purple catches my eye
Dancing in the light.

One, lone flower,
As vibrant as the neon sign
alone in the wilderness,
left behind.
-Written: June 29, 2016-
-Edited: September 9, 2016-
-Posted: January 16, 2017-
Kewayne Wadley Nov 2016
As I stood.
I noticed I was on fire.
Every inch of me consumed.
Engulfed.
Losing oxygen I gasped.
Expanding with each sigh that escaped this happening.
I stood helpless.
Was there anything other that I could do.
Watching the flame cacade over me.
Cracking an unknown desire.
To what cost, standing there
Consumed.
I was no longer froze, beginning to slump in every direction.
My oxygen breathing life into each crackle.
Residing in the coal my body became.
Scattering bit by bit in the wind.
Through the skies I burned.
Me and her.
Covering me with a warmth I've never felt.
Sitting down running my hands through sharp stings of hair.
That's exactly what I needed to survive.
Something new, something out of the ordinary
Mark Lecuona Apr 2016
The myth comes alive without asking for any help
It doesn’t care if it’s real or not, only that you believe
We steal from the dead, they can’t defend themselves
The only difference between us is that we can still breathe

I once carried a flower in my hand with no intention
And stared at a painting wondering if it made him cry
The strangest moments give a memory a long life
But the last time I smiled I couldn’t remember why

I’ve never made someone up in my life, only their feelings
I didn’t know it at the time because I thought it was true
The only thing I know about a walk on scattered sea shells
It’s the best place to narrow my feelings down to a few

I can’t decide if I should fly across the ocean again
I know everything about them, they’re only human
It’s not what they believe or why they  believe it, but
Maybe a different language makes a different woman

Being so far apart gives the smoke a chance to settle
It’s as if being weird is normal instead of like it is here
The sun sets and rises at the same time for two people
Like a life of laughing and crying both far and near

Don’t tell me what you know unless it made you bleed
All the rest was something you read or left behind
I could walk past you again but I’d rather get involved
Tell me what you see in me, I need to know what you find
Next page