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Maxim Keyfman Jul 2018
I walked along the sea in bold steps
by the sea I walked and did not stop
as if my heart was not beating
as if my heart did not move
and no matter how people do not bother me
I walked along the sea in bold steps

but the days were flying like birds
like trees in spring and autumn in summer
like the snow outside the window like a blizzard
as if every day and every night
but the days of flying flew away
but the dream took root in me

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OC Jul 2018
Tread lightly
as not to trample
the stalks of budding dreams
Let them sprout
in the gap between the toes
watch them sway
in the breeze caused
by the friction of your lifting foot
extended towards their counterparts
an endless step away

Choose carefully
with your sparse and
widening  steps
which flagstone  cracked with age
will  resonate  through
you
its  painful
song of  burden
its lifting  song
of  joy

Float  than
gently
push  the  air
repeal   gravity
with    jets    fueled
by     yourself
     that ' s      i  t
                y  o  u  
                       f    l    y
JAC Jul 2018
Today
I took
a new
way home

and I'll
never
give it
back.
Yanamari Jul 2018
I can't do this anymore.
Stepping closer
And
Getting pulled closer,
And then getting pushed away
Or
Having to step away.
I can't do that.
And please...
Don't force me to do that.
My whole life is made out of
Ice
And if
I have to step away,
I'll break,
Crushed under the ice cold of
My imploding desire and pain
For you.

I can only deal with so much
At once.
I didn't even learn how to
Piece myself together the last time.
I'm frozen all over
And I am depending on your warmth,
So please,
Don't break me
While I stand close by...
I don't want to step away.
The Step Series; poem IV
Tara Jun 2018
Clanking my knees down each hallway
Breathing heavily
The world is crashing
Each sound amplified

Shaking hands
Puking again
Falling over
On edge

Verge of tears
I want to cry
I can’t anymore
Leave me alone
After all everyone leaves

We are temporary
So what’s the point
Leave me now

You will get tired of this venom injected to my heart
Be like everyone else
Leave.

Everything hurts
They’re watching
This isn’t enough.
My daily pain
Rahama Jun 2018
He first saw her from across the street
She was arguing with a vendor and from the smile that adorned
Her beautiful face he could tell she'd won
Her igneous personality attracted him to her
There was no way he could not get attached
He was keenly watching all her movements
Committing to memory all that made her dissimilar to others

Her steps were fainéant
Like she had all the time in the world
He was beguiled by the way her hips swayed when she walked
He could not not follow her
He could not not know her
He followed her at the same pace
The thrill of hearing her voice for the first time made his heart race
But that could wait
For now he was content with watching her tread

She switched paths and walked into a building
A dance studio
He felt giddy just thinking of watching her dance
He knew she'd be great at it
The lightness in her steps hinted at it

He entered the building slowly
He was bubbling with anticipation as he searched for her everywhere
He walked into a room and found her
She was facing the door
She looked like she'd been waiting for him to come

"I've been stalking you for awhile
You might need to get a restraining order"
He smiled sheepishly

"I know"
She replied
Her smile promised no restraining orders in future.
Thank you for reading
Ako May 2018
Sleep.

Seven-AM
Smoke
****
Shave
Shower
Street

Shinning Sun
Scrambled-eggs
Steps Steps Steps
Subway
Steps Steps Steps

Sit
Work Work Work
Smoke
Work Work Work
Sandwich
Work Work Work
Stop

Swim
Stretch
Sauna
Shower
Something Sweet

Smile

Slow Stroll
Soup
Steak
Some sips of wine
Steps
Subway
Steps Steps Steps

Sofa
Some TV-Series
Some random thoughts

Smile

Sleep.
Umi May 2018
Walking on shoes of glass,
Will I find any hold, or will I find myself breaking down into pieces ?
The phantoms of a night's serenity rage to the nihilism within my questions, as painful wind brushes to the tip of my averted, eyes..
Breaking down into to the pieces of shattered glass, I cannot move,
Our dreams spilled and vanished when you let go of my hand,
Restoring the shattered pieces I can't leave you, I don't want to!
But even if I continue walking on these crystal heels, I'll fall once more, won't I? Yet I choose to step on this fragile, frail foot wear,
Though, the real question is, if you will be there to catch me again,
Careful steps, in order to maintain an elegant glance, to not break down again and shatter our hearts with the broken glass of misery,
Swaying back and forth, unsteady and unable to lower my guard,
I stare at the sight of the abyss next to the bridge we are crossing,
If the glass shatters and you are to catch me again we surely will fall,
But even so, verily we would fall down together,
And that is what I find very beautiful.

~ Umi
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