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LDP Apr 2020
I waltzed on the dance floor with Ellie,
Hands around her waist,
Her face buried in my neck.
She smelt of sweet honey,
Soft to the taste,
But such a warm and beautiful wreck.
Our love was something else,
We were the delicate fragrant roses
That grew from concrete.
When I taste her under my tongue,
The room turns quiet,
Colours brighten,
And there’s finally some peace.
From my newest collection, "Sober".
LDP Apr 2020
Darling, it’s about time you come home,
I told myself.
Facing the ceiling with warm hands crossed
At my stomach, my eyes glued on the wall,
Mesmerised by the shifting mandalas,
Bright colours and overwhelming joy.
The weight of ten lifetimes rose from my lifeless body
And waltzed away into the cool air.
I convinced myself that it was just for fun,
But really it replaced the warmth that has been
Stripped away from my being,
If anything, this is my healing.
From my newest collection, "Sober".
LDP Apr 2020
She let the tiny pieces of paper under her tongue
Bring her closer to a temporary euphoria,
But reality hits when the ego rises from the ashes
And her sweet trip is over.
The first poem from my newest collection, "Sober"
ok okay Mar 2020
He tripped through life
But his highs were exquisite
Beautiful at heart
And stubborn by nature
He could draw stories
And paint from his imagination
Maybe this is not real
That would make it easier to explain
The things he endured
And the toxicity the world gave him
Maybe he dreams of poetry

It really hurts too
Because everything feels so slow
Until the moment has passed
And we live for those moments
And I know those moments are now in the past
For we have parted our separate ways
Elle Vee Mar 2020
She sips another cup,
to her it tasted like strawberry,
though bitter.
It was tea.

All she wanted was to dream,
to relax, be in peace.
A wish to float.
It was her reality.

But when she woke,
She felt chaotic,
Thoughts drowning her,
she wants another trip
Gorba Mar 2020
I want to share
I want to give and receive
I want to dare
I want to leave.
Gorba Feb 2020
I like to believe that I am a man of words
But right this moment, I am speechless
Not because I don’t know what to say
Not because you made my thoughts go astray
But because there are no right words to describe what I feel

The frame of the language limits the story I can tell
My love for you feels like a spell
It fell on me, leaving me no choice
But to surrender, and listen to that voice
Whispering to my ear I should not be afraid
I am still breathing, I am not dead
Even though it feels like I am in heaven
Living in a space where my heart’s not broken

At a time when everything seems to have a price
It keeps feeling like I can’t afford you
I want to let everything go, roll the dice,
Forget everything except you

You’re so perfect, it’s hard to believe
I need to be pinched, it feels like a dream
A dream I will forever share with you
As I know one day, I will say “I do”.
Bhill Feb 2020
the whole intention of life is to get through it
there is no instruction manual
there is no easy way to explain it to someone
you are conceived and you die
your journey is not predetermined
your voyage can be altered
your trip around the sun is your own unique ordeal
put your seat belt on and enjoy the ride...!

Brian Hill - 2020 # 52
How’s your ride been?
George Grenfell Feb 2020
There's romance in my delusions,
Madness by candle light.

Salsa dancing with confusion,
Seducing the night.
Based on an emotional experience I had recently on lsd, and also including a quote from speed levitch in the movie waking life
Poetic T Jan 2020
The first lesson of life
is to tie your shoe laces.

That way life cant
  unexpectedly trip you up

when you
          
                          least expect it.
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