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 Feb 2016 Rassy
Alice R-P
When You  caress my cheek with Your palm,
When You run Your fingers through my hair,
When You  look me in the eyes and smile,
It's the only thing I hear.

When You nod to affirm I'm understood,
When You kiss me before You leave,
When You gently grab my hand,
It's the only thing I see.

When You know how to make me laugh,
When You know the right way to console me,
When You take me in Your arms,
It's the only thing I feel.

There is no need to say the words,
Without them I grasp the depth of it-
I can hear, see and feel
All the love You have for me.
 Feb 2016 Rassy
NvrMnd
Losing Ink
 Feb 2016 Rassy
NvrMnd
Letters, unwritten words
Papers, empty spaces
Waiting for the matrimony to create poetry
But how when I'm Losing Ink

I remember the time it's full
Filled with dreams, tears and fears
Now the blood of misery is diluting
And I'm Losing Ink

I should be glad, but how could I be
When the only medium I used to have is depleting
And I can’t lay my words on canvas
I know I'm Losing Ink

Empty, floating on a galaxy of being half
Undefined feeling, making no capacity to fill the cartridge
Week by week I’m getting weak
*And every day, I can feel I’m Losing Ink
 Feb 2016 Rassy
DaSH the Hopeful
Somehow I know
               Whatever I write,
           It’ll be about *you.
 Feb 2016 Rassy
Tupelo
earmuff
 Feb 2016 Rassy
Tupelo
I placed the sheet music against my side
The hot iron of the notes beat their way inside
Every strike of the mallet crushing it’s way in
Such a sad song, what a terrible tune
It hung in the pit of my stomach
Held by the fluttering of two song birds
Both with wings plucked from their bodies
They read aloud the music like an anthem
Knew every tap in the ivory and stroke of the clock
I dream now with earmuffs,
Anything to lay to rest their somber songs
Watch the ceiling as it spins and shakes
The eggshell cracking with every blink in the night
I’ve forgotten what it is to breath, the taste of a sunlit shoulder,
All I do now is play audience to their noise
No longer can I even hear my voice
 Feb 2016 Rassy
Lyn
Numbers
 Feb 2016 Rassy
Lyn
Since when numbers became so important,
That even an "i love you"
Doesn't seem to mean anything
Without an "i love you too"?
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