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Elaine Mar 2018
I'd like to think that I know you
I'd like to think that our time together meant something
Countless nights spent gazing at the stars
Talking until there was nothing left to talk about
And then talking some more
Just to hear the sound of each other's voices

But when daylight came
And reality forced itself upon us
I had to stop pretending
Stop seeing things that weren't truly there
I had imagined that there was something more between us
A flame rekindled, perhaps
But even after all this time
I still can't tell what's behind those eyes
I've been playing with some of the phrases in this, and I'm not sure how I feel about it yet. So you might see some of them later, but bear with me :)
Kewayne Wadley Feb 2018
She was a traveling soul.
The galaxy resting above her nose.
I'd sit & stare.
Wondering where the stars would go next.
Both young & in love I let go.
Tracing together swirls of color.
The planets all together aligned.
Definitely in love with no where to fall.
It hurt when she'd look away.
I'd lie to myself everytime.
A traveling soul with crescent eyes.
Where will she go next.
Would she bother looking back.
I'd genuinely gaze to fail in love.
I could feel her forget.
Traveling one place to the next.
At one time I saw the universe whole.
Myself reaching for the telescope.
She's nowhere in sight
Kewayne Wadley Feb 2018
Do you truly know what it's like to dream with your eyes open?
To confess that you don't know why you dream the way you do.
The need to miss as much as you do.
Missing the reality of the things that make most happy.
Catching yourself in the beauty that goes unseen.
Everything that goes unseen.
The light that twinkles in the melanin.
Quiet spheres that guard us from what we fear most.
Legit watching you the way you watch them.
Bowing in your essence while you share in their regal.
The way your shoulders slide into a dress made in their likeness.
The rest of the world goes on
Gale L Mccoy Jan 2018
I never felt more alive -more free
then I did on that night summers drive
we drove for an hour on a mere whim
to a place I used to live
a place so full of
isolation
-of disgusted faces and sharp judging eyes
-of seasons changing from a single window
-of holding onto what little you could
-of learning how to live without

as I drove with windows down
your hand riding the wind outside
nothing looked the same
nothing had changed

I parked in a cornfield on the same road of my grandmas old farm
and we spun in circles in the middle of the road
listening to our brand of music from tinny phone speakers
I guess we must have driven a bit too far
to have seen the name of another state on the screen
astrid Jan 2018
as nights keep me awake
looking up to the stars in full show;
i see something i wish the sun wouldn't take,
hoping i would see it tomorrow

people love its monthly forms,
along with the stars fill eyes with delight.
behind the clouds i sense something so right,
my love for the moon fires every night.

i learned to love the darkness
for it hides a beauty within,
i feel warmth with its dimness
yearning for its nightlong company.

and when it disappears,
it splashes the waves to the sea of my fears
did it have itself slide through the clouds,
left as i kept my head up all proud?

but with its faintest rays,
and its invisible warmth,
comes the hope to overcome my frays
and the brightest stars in swarms.

my dreams are of the moon,
and tonight i gaze upon it again
stars in my eyes as i sleep on the roof
gives me a glimpse of the heavens.
Umi Dec 2017
By the afternoon!
There's not much time, the sun will set soon
So be ready for the coming of the night
And don't be afraid, all these stars are shining bright,
Stay calm and enjoy their beautiful sight!
Or seek rest, in the world of dreams.
Happiness there it seems
Ceases not

~ Umi
John Smith Dec 2017
Eyelids Flutter,
Pushing me towards sleep.
The night is black,
and thoughtless.
My stargazing is blocked by flickering streetlamps
My mind struggles through the endless light,
dying for darkness and the peace it brings
And yet faux darkness claims me
and without stars I fail to fly,
The city crushes me.
I close my eyes
to try to make it as dark as I can
to shut out the light from the hall
from the street lamp
from my alarm.
To make it as dark as the sky
that we lay beneath.
I re-populate the darkness with the pinpricks we know so well.
Would you give me permission
to do more than imagine,
to accompany you out to the open dark
of the plains and the mountain tops,
if only to spend the hours it takes to get there,
voices alight,
learning your favorite things,
and then hours under the stars
in awestruck silence?
Excited breathing. Buzzing. Elation.
A late and innocent night
on the edge of dawn.
I open my eyes
To the headache of the hall light,
the street lamp,
my blinking alarm.
Culled from a journal dated 7.3.17.
Mellifluous Sep 2017
if you would ask how i loved him,
i would tell you that i love him like
how things in the dark are admired;
like the moon and the stars shining
in a silent, dark, cold night,
he is my quiet retreat, sharing only
of secrets between a  restless shadow
and a lonely soul.
- the most vivid night we spoke is about the brightest star of that very night.
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