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Maria Etre Mar 2018
It doesn't
have to
make sense
to make sense
Yanamari Mar 2018
The waters lap around you
As if a centrepoint
Pulling all to surround you
When you are but merely
Just there.

You pull in tides and waves
Caressing and slamming into your
So called silhouette
That isn't even there.

You dally in that one spot
And when it pleases you
You vanish
As if you were only air.

And maybe you were...
And the water was just attempting
To fill in a spot
Of the moon's desirous rare;
Tumultuous silence

And once you make it known
That you are no longer there
The waters crush the air
Slam the grounds
And loses its tidal direction.
But it never comes close to
Your spot.
Not by an inch or a hair.

Just in case
You come back
Or could still
Be there.
the first will be last
the last will
be
first


be
cause


the first were here first
they will be last
be
cause
they were


an named different first


the last will be first
because
they
knew
that name
first

can you
read
geeze us

you can feel
Jesus

that's why they will be last
we will be the first
and the last
to
know

who really reads

are we that delusional

how much breath

do we have

left

to

be taken

the first will
be
the
last
?










...
..
.
a lot
of
people's
...
..
.
JoshuaX Feb 2018
Forgive me God I am a
sinner
Just give me one chance I wanna  see her
Decisions that I made I wish I could change
But I dont regret the time that I met
her.
smiles
are
really smiles
we seen
her
baby girls
?















...
..
.
for that picture
that was
there
...
..
.
we don't wanna go
your lover
loves me
to
please mommy
don't take me
leave me
her in
the closet
ok mommy
we really like these
blueberry muffins
they make me
feel funny
ha ha ha
ha ha ha
ha ha h
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha h ha ha ha


space skip dot
look moomy
ima
free
of
charge


ha ha ha
play with me mommy
let you lover love me mommy
oh how I love you mommy
you are so good to me
oh
mommy


no mommy no
the how people are coming
no mommy no
closet door
opens
here
i
am
daddy

yes we know daddy
it's an secret
that
white'ne
our teeth
that why mommy's
are so pretty

but
but
but
but mommy
?



















...
..
.
he touches
me
...
..
.
As I close my eyes

I am there

4 years old white t-shirt blue jean overalls

I am there

Walking up the stairs to play the "game" He said would be so fun

I am there

4 years old playing a "game" I have never played before

I am there

He is touching me, I don't like this "game"

I am there

4 years old everyone knew but no one would save

I am there

4 years old in the back of a cop car

I am there

People are crying and I don't know why

I am there

Foster home from Foster home

I am there

4 years old scared, crying asking "Mrs..when will I see my brothers"

I am there

Getting older now and feeling so
broken

I am there

Surrounded by people but still never chosen

I am there

Graduation party wishing and hoping

I am there

Tears and a heavy heart she said she was coming but she wasn't here

I am there

Surrounded by people but still feeling like I am not enough

I am there
I am even older now and I still don't know love

I am there
Looking back on what first broke
me
I am here...
This is my story Charmion Janaé
Maria Etre Feb 2018
I found myself
in song
tip toeing
on notes
bridged by lines
of memories
connected...  

I move with the eye
as it reads them
strums them
brings them to reality
and all I seem to be
doing to going
forward

Sometimes stepping
on familiar notes
"that's the chorus"
my mind says
"you know these steps like the back
of your hand"

and others
I find myself catching up
with the new tempo
as I spread my arms
to find my
new
balance
Listening to Blackbird: Beatles or Across the Universe version.
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