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 Nov 2020 Cathy
Astral
Poetry
 Nov 2020 Cathy
Astral
When I was a child,
I was taught poetry wasn't mild,
It was deep as the sea,
And it seemed truly unachievable for me.
I was taught poetry had to rhyme,
Every single line, every single time.
So poetry seemed out of my reach,
Like chasing a seagull down a beach,
Jumping ever so slightly away,
Or soaring into the sunny day.

So I never thrived for what I thought would,
No, Could
Never be.

I guess now I'm fixing the mistakes of past me.
 Nov 2020 Cathy
Phoenix Rising
I am haunted:
Not by poltergeist,
but by my unlived lives.
Parallel universes
won't ever speak,
they took an oath
to keep from me.
I have words and voices
humming in my head
that will never be met
outside of my bed.
I have to accept
I cannot have it all,
I have to accept
knowing nothing at all.
 Nov 2020 Cathy
Em Glass
It’s possible to love someone
beyond their demons. The devil
was an angel and all that. It’s
possible to stay inside and still
be free men. Please just put
down the monster-- that’s
not your hat.
Day 223...
 Nov 2020 Cathy
Hammad
Love
is like
scaling The Everest
the higher you go,
the more difficult
it becomes
to breathe...
so my dear
bear with me
If I stop
to acclmatize
and catch my breath
before I could
push further up
don't you worry
I am not giving up
just yet...
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