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 May 14 Bekah Halle
Lostling
I’ve faded into the background.

But it was done so slowly, like salt dissolving in water,
That don’t notice my silent ghost.

I wonder if they think about the sunny person I used to be.

The weird rowdy kid

The one who eagerly answered questions in class,
So much so that the teacher had to ban them from answering

The confident one who could lead
Without self doubt drowning them

Sometimes I wonder
If they think of me at all
I suppose I only have myself to blame
in a lifetime
of forgotten words
somehow
I remember  yours,
A dying heart

drenched by a shower of love

came back to life.
The conscious sea arrests hold of me,
Collective knowledge streams to my head,
With new eyes of three, I now can see,
I’m swimming in secrets of the dead.

A tideless sea, of consistency,
Not up nor down, behind or ahead,
All Life dissolved in pure unity,
All life woven from a single thread.

One drop is whole– The Entirety,
Reality fits on a pin’s head,
Uprooting all I thought there to be,
Replacing it with nothing instead.

Thoughts absent beyond duality,
And time crawls while elusive and sped,
All is formless unfettered and free,
And no words say what needs to be said.
I don’t know why
But I know
Because I feel

Because something pulls me
               To become inverted
                              
                   Motionless
                   Within salt water

To surrender myself
To absorb song
                      Unknown language
                      Through saline
 May 11 Bekah Halle
Gabbro
One of my earliest memories, is in the morning
I didn't take the time to get dressed,
I went to my door and squeezed, both hands,

Proud that I had solved the child-lock
Too early for a kid my age
To be awake, alone, and heading outside

But who sleeps well through shouting?
It wasn't too cold for me
Even In just my superman underwear

So it must've been summer.
I went down the steps
From our high front porch

And went straight towards
A dandelion, not blooming
But full with seeds

And I wished
for love, love
between my parents,

And cried.
My first
Memory crying

Was
For
Love.
are there really angels in the sky so blue
if and when we die do they come for you
do they bring your wings so you can fly away
to heaven up above where all the angels stay

no more pain or suffering will there ever be
where you will live in peace stay forever free
in there land of love  in the sky so blue
then you will get to know if angels are really true
You ever get that sudden surge?
You  Don't know where it came from
A salty pulse behind the eyes
That swells
Then leaves your skull
A smell
A taste
A tune
A movie
A wave from those
That have gone on
A hail from heart to brain
From where
They now belong.
 May 11 Bekah Halle
Lostling
I try
And try
And try
And try
And try
And try
And try
And try
And try
And try
And try
And try
But still
I'm not
Enough
Sometimes I catch a glimpse of the person in the mirror and wonder what anyone sees in them
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