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On Autumn leaves and au-burn haze,
Running on wild and empty feilds
Soon the spring would come and bloom,
And when the roses burn ablaze,
But Now the fire has reached my room,
Where i could stare in unending gloom,
Soon i would burn in ashes so black,
Asking the flame what do i lack,
You are the flaw says the flame,
Nor to love ,Nor to tame,
Then only death is i wish and long,
As i am not a bird with a pretty song,
Nor to cage ,Nor to claim,
Only to burn on a burning stake,
If i stay ,If i stray;
Shall i be bound ,Shall i be caged
Either way is to burn away;
To breathe, to live is a mortal's pray,
Either way im bound to break,
I won't strive ,i won't thrive,
This time i'll burn alive.
                             __tsuki no ume.
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elena
lines
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elena
peach to red to white
the colors change each night
but oh,
how i long for the white
on my skin
in my heart
the lines are my life
yet they fade
sh.
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Ashley W
Gods love is so deep, My heart is his to keep, His grace is pure, Forever secure, As I seek his face, A light shines bright, Guiding me through the darkness, Into his loving embrace, His love is always near, Come what may, No matter where we go or what we do, His presence surrounds us, Strong and True. Amen
I peace myself by knowing the earth is not at risk
for it has overcome much worse in its volatile past.
From afar it will still appear a blue dot
but it is its current inhabitants that need to worry about their future
"Hey, God, why has my life been such a disaster?"

"Are you judging it by your failures or your achievements?"
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Yaz
Not two decades yet,  
since the sun spat me into its glare,  
and already my head betrays me—  
six black locks, once fierce,  
gone,  
gone gray,  
gray as ash,  
gray as a lie,  
gray as the sigh  
of a self I can’t defy.
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Karen
Held
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Karen
Serene are the stars
that lights the past
Timeless, a love
held close to the heart
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Charmour
no one’s eyes made me write—
my life did.
the things I’ve endured,
the family I never had,
the trauma I carry
turned me into a poet.

it forced the ink
out of my veins—
red, yet black,
like the blood
still coursing
through me.

I bleed onto paper
without a knife,
just wounds that never heal,
just pain that never
learns to stop.

it drains me dry—
and yet I stand,
barely.

begging to be taken,
begging to vanish,
to disappear
from a world
I was never meant
to be born in.
i wish my life didn't make me write ....... someones eyes did
I sat,
spliff lit like a tiny sun in my hand,
and looked up.

To the stars,
to the void,
to the hush that hums behind silence.

And I asked —

In all of this,
this chaos and order,
this pain and pulse…

Am I not all that?

Wasn’t I born of stars?
A flicker from the great ignition,
dressed in skin,
asking questions fire once whispered to stone?

I’m not watching the universe —
I’m remembering it.
Living it.
I am it.

And you —
you reading this —
you are too.
Written while ****** and staring at the stars — a reminder that we’re not in the universe, we are the universe remembering itself. Nothing more, nothing less. Vazago thoughts.
I watch the reflections of colors
Reflected in your twinkling eyes
Your arms loose around her waist,
confident, not afraid to lose her.
We used to dance around each other
A flurry of worries and many sorrys
Too scared to upset one another
Or step on toes that had already been hurt before
The heat hasn’t left my heart
It sparks when you look my way
The warmth between my legs
is what I wish the most would go away
But here in this moment
There is no stoking the fire between you and I
I’m content just watching head tilted high
A couple humans watching the sky come alive.
happy 4th peeps
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