Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
curled up
safe in my nest of tears
I feel safe enough
to say
the impossible
You hold the best of me, and it fits  perfectly.
Sometimes it's only a few words.
Who can tell wild stories?

stories
where
dragons fly and
roar

stories of mist
curling over
the
still waters
of an icy pond

stories of time and space
unfolding before
golden eyes -
known by wiser
minds than mine

who can tell
the stories that
reawaken
our
stuttering hearts
Obi-wan once told Anakin
'This weapon is your life.'

mine isn't nearly as powerful -
a tough blade,
black handle,
a silver glow

yet somehow the quote still applies.
It's the oddest things which give us courage and hope.
  Nov 2014 Aleria Imperatrix
Kate
We complain about cold fingers, itchy scarves, a long dark drive
Yet when my breath rises in puffs of grey air on a Monday
I'm reminded that I am alive
  Nov 2014 Aleria Imperatrix
vxcancy
you painted a beautiful sunset,
full of color and life,
and said it represented me.

you said i was art.

three months later,
you poured black over the canvas



(cjw)
Next page