Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 Feb 2016 Rassy
Samuel Hesed
We dance in it's pleasures.
We count it's treasures.

We hide from it's terror.
We wait for it's surrender.

Oh, how I love adventures.
Copyright © 2015 Paul Forbes All Rights Reserved
 Feb 2016 Rassy
Agnes Angelina
When i search for peace...
I come to you...

When i search for happiness...
I come to you...

When i need a strength...
I come to you...

And when i want to find the heaven...
I walk towards you...

BECAUSE...

You felt like HOME for me.
 Feb 2016 Rassy
Abimael
Poet of Time
 Feb 2016 Rassy
Abimael
We poets,
We never die,
We never get old,
or is a thing of time.
Time is with us,
Because we set times,
we decide when time move,
and when it moves...
We move for an eternal time...
 Feb 2016 Rassy
The Bard
Those Days
 Feb 2016 Rassy
The Bard
There are days when crying won't cut it
Days when cutting won't count
Days when getting drunk wont matter
Days when listening to sad tunes wont compare to what you feel.
There are days when you want to walk away.
But you're yourself to the inescapable truth.
Days when sorrow and pain are the only two words you know other than "I'm sorry."
Days when you feel like your pain isn't as validated as some one else who is in a more tougher situation.
Days when those sad love songs are the wind blows through the hole in my chest where my heart is supposed to be.
But.
At least I can still feel the pain.
 Feb 2016 Rassy
r
Someday I will leave
the cold sea

Leave its dark quiet wake
like all the long nights
I've forgotten

I will go sleep
on the soft shoulder
of the mountains

Watch her hands
cupping the moon

Somewhere west
of these frozen sad dunes

Say goodbye to the cry of the gull
and the bluewater wind I love

that leaves me feeling so cold.
I used a black sharpie to write a love poem on your arm
Hoping the ink would sink into depths causing little to no harm
That the rough words may permeate through your tough skin
And the permanence may prove that forever starts from within
That the black is dark enough to hide all your scars from being used
And that my words are evidence and proof of my love for you

So let that ink sink as deep as it might
My words peirce your soul without a fight
My sharpie art fill you with awe and an imaginative spark
Be inspired by my loving words and the permanent scar they leave on your heart
You may forget my face, you may forget my name but **never forget where my love made its mark
 Feb 2016 Rassy
DaSH the Hopeful
I used to flip through my pages
        Scanning
There were some interesting points
  Some high, some low, some kind of just sitting in-between after the good and the bad cancelled each other out, but mostly I
       Skimmed by,

         Until I met you,

                 You can't be summed up, there's too much to you, you're too rich, too deep
Too interesting to be confined to a few measly paragraphs and sped-read through

     You deserve attention, you deserve time,

       And the more I've gotten to know you, the more I realize you're the entire book, the entire story in beautiful, vivid detail.

                *I'm going to take my time getting to the end of you, and I dog-eared the page where you entered my heart, so that if I ever forget how it feels to fall for you, I can go back to the start
 Feb 2016 Rassy
Tafuta Atarashī
Winter, I love her.
Her cold embrace loving and tight,
She chills my bones and heart
So that it doesn't matter I'm cold at night.

Sh makes me forget this,
Shattered, splintered heart.
She helps me forget the arrow
The flaming dart that broke it apart.

I love her sweet whispers
Brushing over my skill shaven bald,
Over my chest, my bare legs,
She loves that I don't shiver at all.

She doesn't mind the black, the grey, and the deep
Dark blue
Colors of my clothing that match my mood.
She doesn't mind my raggedy look, my darkened eyes
And the stone ice frozen muscle in my
Empty chest.
I love winter because she loves right.
Even though I'm depressed she loves me best
From back in my depressed days.

she's always walked underneath that exact same sky
where later on their hearts met for the very first time
he never stopped believin' in the beauty of the moon
for the dance beneath shinin' lights to be theirs soon

forever she wondered what those stars really meant
by the unknown paths upon which their rays're sent
he thought of all of those promises that're ever made
by the past wretched words upon him bein' displayed

but when the occasion 'n' that auspicious day came by
when a birth of true love started comin' out its cocoon
just then nothin' 'tween an earth 'n' heaven could bend
their union becomin' a fact as faith for them has layed

for that magic moment their bein' rejoiced as occurs
when his eyes got caught by the sight of eyes of hers


*..love always...


عرفان بن يوسف © AH 18/04/1437

'a (freestyle meter) Sonnet'
Next page