#ribbons
Hold the pink ribbon over my eyes
The one holding my hair in a perfect bow
Black suits, black shoes, black ties
Black coffee and a pink ribbon, to-go
A pop of color in an office
In a school, a city, a world
I have the same position as you
But you only see that my hair’s curled
With my black suit, black shoes, black tie
Pink ribbon tying my cute up-do
Though I’m not monochromatic
I am exactly the same as you
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 8:51 AM UTC
endearing words and suggestive eyes brightened the room / accenting conversations that flowed smoother than honey / souls spun / quickly approaching and nearly colliding / unravelling like two ribbons / one maroon / one ebony / until one day / ebony suddenly curled back into itself / maroon was suspended in air for years / as if steeped in time / but dense air weighed maroon down / so maroon descended / letting go / when ebony came back in its unraveled glory / maroon curled back to itself.
Apr 4, 2022
Apr 4, 2022 at 10:18 PM UTC
perfumed delusion, unruly exclusion
time bombs ticking and toking
vibrant illusions, visual pollution
cutting all the ribbons and strings
you tried to tie me up in, you tried to rub the salt in
to my many many wounds
I felt so lonely in crowded rooms
crowded stadiums, your eyes never met me once
I was too nervous to confront your fronts
shy away from topics that we needed to discuss
performing necromancy trying to keep this dead love up
checking the pulse, it's so gone now
we are both adults, you remain disavowed
Feb 10, 2022
Feb 10, 2022 at 12:14 PM UTC
hypnotic dreams, what are you telling me?
I feel everything, I feel myself unraveling
the beautiful ribbons suddenly choking me
I can't breathe, I can't see
the winding road ahead, me ever leaving this bed
possibilities are endless but not in my head
there's only one way or else I stray
cannot see myself set ablaze at the stake
I thought I was magic
turns out I am just a magnet for tragic endings
suspending my beliefs, diving deep
I hope I can reignite the spark in me
the sparks I bleed and not just drown in this sea
heaven watch over me
Nov 12, 2021
Nov 12, 2021 at 5:48 PM UTC
a person with a mind and soul
made of colorful, vivid ribbons
quietly walks through the world.
she expects to feel the warmth
of their smiles on her face.
their eyes softly crinkle
when they're with each other.
when they walk toward her,
they grimace - every single time.
their voices fade until
she can only hear the sound
of her loud breathing,
feel the chill in the air,
and blink the tears away.
Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 11:53 PM UTC
#*Ribbons of rains
A translucent sheet
Papery streamers
Down the streets
Children dream
Of castles and moats
To sail their
white paper boats
Yesterday’s flowers
Colour the pathway
For every passerby
As they take a final bow*#
Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 7:37 AM UTC
All these ribbons and
I keep counting more,
Tied together in love.....
Every ribbon but yours....
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 4:42 AM UTC
No paro de pensar
todo lo que pudo suceder,
todo lo que dejamos caer,
todo lo que pudimos ser.
Y en mi cabeza
mis visiones no tienen fin
Tus lazos me unen a ti.
Logro ver a través de ti,
porque no estás más aquí.
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 6:47 PM UTC
So much can happen under the guise of
"fate".
I tie my heartstrings up like ribbons and
cut them lose one-by-one, hoping
they'll find a good home somewhere, hoping
I'll learn to not care where the pieces fall.
So much can happen under the guise of
"love".
I tell you tender things and you tell me I make the mornings lighter
but we all fall prey to our own demons sometimes,
and I'm not sure if mine ever really go away;
there used to be a fine line between
doing something because I want to
and doing something because I have to.
I used to walk that line every day, until
some of the ribbons began to break and I couldn't live with knowing
that I was breaking everyone else too.
Now when my feet start sliding from under me, I
call you and ask how you're doing, and you tell me that it's okay
now when I begin to question everything again, I try to stitch the pieces together in hopes
that it will be enough of something to hold me.
To hold us.
It's a bit tattered, but I think that it will be
enough.
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 9:17 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
See the images for what it's worth
In spite of everything you've face in you life time,
Replace every broken past with a blue ribbon to
Signify that the rest of your days
Will be fine,
Kiss each of yours angels on the cheek
For the luck you'll receive, for all the
Fallen brothers and mothers,
Then history will repeat,
Just place and tie a blue ribbon,
Constantly thinking of the right motives,
Writing down the waves
Of the rivers
While sitting in the garden imaging a
Better life, a better outcome,
A chance to look back on everything
And change it,
But things just don't work out like that,
blue ribbon.
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 11:25 AM UTC
Spoil me with
One
thousand
gifts
And fix my heart with
ribbon and tissue,
All wrapped up
so
I don't lose the pieces
And
It's almost my birthday,
So Tell the little girl me
That
the kids have just
woken up
And that the gifts are just
Waiting,
Broken and torn, and
Opened... Already.
Just for me.
Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 5:44 AM UTC
My relationship with life was as unhealthy as mine with death
I took them like pills, small doses each time
Never at once, I've always been told not to mix alcohol with antidepressants
Me and life lived like Romeo and Juliet
We only met in secret
Quiet smiles at stupid stuff, subtle and unsound
Death always took me away though
It carved my skin and tied me in red
Little red ribbons
Carved deep into my thighs, the wrist was too predictable
Again i'd try to be taken, my dearest start crossed lover
They'd bubble smiles across my lips
I wonder when they started to feel fake
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 3:08 PM UTC
Our hearts are locked inside a ribbon cage
fluttering in silky chains
bleeding out in silent rage
spelling swears out in red stains
*And right on cue the scissor-lady comes
to the rounds of applause and rolls of drums
snapping blades and leaving scars
cutting ‘way the ribbon bars*
She wears a belt of stolen rings
cut of the fingers of the old
long forgotten crownless kings
tarnish gold selling the truth retold
*And right on cue the scissor-lady comes
to the rounds of applause and rolls of drums
snapping blades and leaving scars
cutting ‘way the ribbon bars*
Beware of the queen of hearts
dashing in next lave affair
*
And right on cue the scissor-lady comes
to the rounds of applause and rolls of drums
snapping blades and leaving stains
cutting ‘way the pulsing veins*
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 2:57 PM UTC
My Maypole mind unravels
reverses centrifugal force
its streamer shreds of ribbons
spinning backwards
in one grand and splendid rush.
Mind loosened and snapped
tatters
fluttering free
electric after-images
of me.
© M.L.Emmett
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 9:57 AM UTC
Ribbons calling against the wind,
stronger than our fences.
Ribbons crawling to our feet
speak of our potential--
They break our defenses
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 9:21 PM UTC
You love me in intervals of the short beats
Hidden in the blue ribbons beneath the skin,
With a spiral breath you envelope my lost sorrows
In cascades of soft desires.
You dream of me.
Maybe.
You lean your cheek on the purple shadows
Of curved petals of saffron in the frost
Not knowing that
In every line of my heart I seek a part of you.
I stop in the mists of endless contours
Imagining the smell of your hair
And lips of raspberry
Crushed under the fingertips.
Wanting you is like walking on the wire
In another universe drowned in darkness,
Like touching a hot cup
Left on the edge of the table
And like melting the honey under the tongue.
And you,
You love me with a look, gesture,
With every lash that pops into your palm.
Sometimes.
Maybe.
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 5:34 AM UTC
Like ribbons of smoke dancing in the air
You were beautiful
You were the Northern lights
Important enough to be watched in the freezing cold
You were fleeting and sweet
Cream swirling in coffee
Ripples in a pond
I loved you
But like all ephemeral things
Eventually you left too.
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 3:56 PM UTC
Trouble, love...
You drown me in
Quick
Beats;
Palpitations of my
Red *****
My waters run for you.
Tied with
Ribbons of
Silk,
I shout proclamations
To the clouds who
Threaten to rain on us.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 1:28 PM UTC
I hear the ocean make music
Like the rustling of autumn leaves
The sound of them gently rubbing
As she swept my heart like a wind
Singing every word she breathes
Upon a haystack full of needles
With no rhymes, nor pauses
Neither masquerading riddles
Simple and unassuming
She is a beautiful mess
My heart keeps swooning
But I couldn’t care less
Her flaws are fascinating
Like ribbons on her sleeves
Her charm is perfume
Her name is a spell
A graceful soul I see
Inside a feeble shell
To me she’s one and only
And that I can tell
My heartbeat thunders
And chased her nightmares
Like aquamarine
Calm and serene
A thousand, ten thousand words
Isn’t enough to create one phrase
But surely, I wrote a love song for two
Must I recalibrate, I can’t undo
iamthe_avatar ©2014
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 3:23 PM UTC