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Today begins whole
Time shaved away into shape
Carving a sculpture
Each day ends with a unique creation
 Nov 2020 Traci Sims
chelsea
the city burned,  fire lighting up the night sky.
the bright cascade of red, orange, and yellow
flowing through the sky
a soft sheet of embers covered the city
the warm colors and burning whisper
covering the screams
but even as I sit there
listening to the beautiful burn
the chaos at my feet
a warm sensation heating my fingertips
i feel alone
a menacing darkness
black
overcrowding the safest parts of my mind
times like these beg for company
a cry for security and safety

i stand
and walk away
for colors such as these
only bring with them
a remembrance of my
october solitary
 Nov 2020 Traci Sims
chelsea
he sits, his hands in his lap
the lust bleeding from his eyes
all I can do
Is watch him daze
his heartbreak visible from miles away
to observe every tear stained cheek
to flinch at every drunk ‘I love you’
that slips from his mouth
and to watch the sky
and count all the stars
for everytime we’ve been here before
and for all the times, that we’ll be back
It was really nice of him to do
In the years still left: help me to be true.

Alone often, but twilight blue.
I could still remember it
When our eyes first met
You were covered in black
From your head to your toe
Apart from your red backpack
And your pure white soul

Your smile forever carved in memory
Your voice is the sweetest of melody
You wished your eyes were sky blue
But black seems more fitting for you
I always felt that I was the lucky guy
To have met you as I was passing by

The most beautiful girl I have seen
More than I could ever dream
Some people think you are a goddess
But you have always been modest
Telling that you are a normal person
When clearly you are different

Like the red backpack that stood out
You were different from the crowd
These signs were all enough
To know I have fallen in love
Gave my heart with no regrets
To the girl with the red backpack
To have fallen in love
 Nov 2020 Traci Sims
Lev Rosario
Love is Coco Jam
And I offer it to you,
My brown faced darling,
The Warm days it pursues
I split the bread in half
Like we split the rest of days
In folders, files of living ails
And laughter for us two

Love is Coco Jam
For I'll spread it side to side
As equal measures did we seek
In Geometries of mind
You dip yours in your coffee
Like we dip our hungry Souls
Toward each day's living basket
That we carry in a stride
 Nov 2020 Traci Sims
ghost man
the sink guard catches ice cubes
but moldy coffee grounds slip through
the mesh with ease.

one of these is the problem,
one of these is the reason i put the
guard in the drain.

i drink coffee more than i use ice cubes,
a lukewarm-preference i cannot shake.

the best cup of coffee i ever drank was one you made,
lukewarm instant coffee from a packet from a hotel you booked
two months prior.
you said this probably won't be very good
and i decided it would be perfect.

that may have been the problem.

coffee grounds mold in the french press in the sink because
i am disappointed with each cup i brew myself.

i bought a sink guard to remedy this.
it is the traitor.
1/10
Because
I have known despair
I value hope

Because
I have tasted frustration
I value fulfillment

Because
I have been lonely
I value love
I may not be

I may not be the fastest
I may not be the tallest
     Or the strongest

I may not be the best
Or the brightest

    But one thing I can do better
     Than anyone else...

      That is

        To be me
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