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Steve Page Jun 2017
Braced against the dawn
Rising above purdah mist
My solitude breaks

Lifted by morning
My lit face turns so slowly
Longing for lost hush

Stirred, shaken, summoned
My cautious foot stretches out
Into the first light
Watching 'The Art of Japanese Life' on BBC iPlayer
JAC Jun 2017
Mornings are unparalleled
When you didn't expect
To wake up
From the night before.
JAC Jun 2017
You are overpriced coffee:
You taste like all of the wonderful things
That wake me up and warm me
But you leave my pockets empty
And leave me needing more.
Mila Berlioz May 2017
As soon as I wake up, I want to see your face right beside me.
As soon as I wake up, I want to feel your breath against my neck.
As soon as I wake up I want those lips across my face, oh those lips.
As soon as I wake up, I don't want to fear I won't see you again.
I don't want to be afraid to lose you. Or to not have you by my side anymore.
As soon as I wake up, I want you to be there. Even if it's in a dream.
I wish I could have you by my side again.
xmelancholix May 2017
the universe shakes me awake with an ache in my chest
and for a moment i think it's just my ribs getting stuck again except
I'm not having trouble breathing
like i sometimes wish

i look in the mirror and know I'm not alone
it's four AM
and not a soul stirs
not even my own
i think that's why my chest hurts

mine's dead
i think
and now the spirit it leaves paints itself gold
stroke by stroke
"FALSEHOODS" i scream in the mirror
"falsehoods" the reflection whispers

and i weep
a broken fragment trying to make itself new and worthy
but what a lie
the lies we tell ourselves
and the lies they tell themselves.
nothing is worthy
but hush, just paint them gold
imnthea Mar 2017
Its been one of those days
when i feel like
THIS IS IT
with all those cheering and
words of encouragement.
I cannot seem to break
this feeling of numbness
addiction of staying arrested
arrested by this blunt feeling.
It doesn't give an instant dead
but slowly graze upon my soul
till i feel nothing at all
that numbness
is my final resort
which tells me
THIS IS IT
your ultimate wake up call!
neth jones Mar 2017
foisting up at the strop of yawn
i remark,
impared
at the bluffers worn
it is kildy and capy
i'm underly mistaken
i plonder on my clothing
and part the towd ranglings
blind are the dawnings
it's still a mite
at four gone the night
and more a tune til the mourning
i am blowtard and sworn
i mumble back to kibble
and a mount full of scorn
Early morning nonsensica
Avii Mar 2017
Wake up - *** money drugs but you can't see the truth,   demons in them all yeah they killing off our youth,  they promote these in songs yet you just trying to vibe,  get covered in  gods blood if you wanna stay alive,   confess  your  sins pray and repent,   they beat him on the cross yet you only know 1 percent,  its hard to be different but your see the difference,    Jesus he'll save you and **** all of that ignorance,  we all make mistakes that's what they love to quote,     of course we do but freedom is near and that's what he wrote,  just pick up that bible and your soul starts to bubble,   ask him into your life and he'll end all those troubles,   we will still  face things that seem strangle,  but give it to the one who makes it  rain,
If I was found lying,
Would you kiss me?
Would your rough ****** hairs brush my lips after skipping shaves?
Would you mourn my still body,
Lying in the glass casket?
Would your eyes speak of pain,
And your lips whisper that you still loved me?
Would you hold my hand in one of yours, and in your other hand would you touch my chilled face?
Would you lean down to kiss me again,
But this time…
Will I wake?
This is inspired by an indie boy and the classic fairy-tales, Sleeping Beauty and Snow White.
Ron Feb 2017
Empty faces
Plastic smiles
Shallow minds
Follow thoughtless
Through the crowd
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